Claude almost spat coffee, pulled socked feet from the RV counter-top, and sat bolt upright. “Mabe, come look.”
Mabel pulled a pillow over her head. “Sleeping,” she mumbled.
“Oh, you can sleep anytime.”
“Exactly. Anytime is now.”
“You’re going to miss it.”
“Ugh. Whaaaat?” Mabel swung her legs to the floor and started for the kitchen.
“Careful. Not so fast, you’ll scare it away.”
She stared daggers back. “What is it?”
“Check out that cool bird. It’s so close. Isn’t this the best trip ever?”
“I see it. It is. I’m going to sleep.”
“Waste of a morning,” Claude grumbled.
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