Free The Great Scavenger Hunt by Annie Bryant

field. Katani followed quickly behind her.
    When they reached the top of the stony hill Charlotte jogged over and gave her hand a friendly squeeze. “We found it! Clue number two!” Charlotte beamed triumphantly and read the clue again for everybody. “‘From the Orleans circle round, toward a coastal town you’re bound. There is much for you in store at the harbor’s rocky shore.’”
    â€œIt is Rock Harbor,” Patrice said. “Which means…”
    â€œI was right,” Katani couldn’t help smiling.
    â€œGood job, Sis,” Patrice admitted. “Sometimes I let the power go to my head a bit,” she joked.
    â€œYa think?” Katani shook her head.
    Charlotte leaned in and added to Katani in a whisper, “Family trait?”
    Katani grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, yeah, I know. Sorry I snapped at you before.”
    Charlotte shook her head and gave her friend a forgiving smile. “Water under the bridge. The Salty Cods are on fire! I vote we charge ahead and try to get some bonus items while we’re on this beach.”
    â€œAgreed!” cheered Nick and Dillon.
    â€œOn one condition,” Katani added. “Please, can everyone not ever say ‘pump it’ again?”
    â€œNo problem,” the rest of the group shouted cheerfully.
    She placed her arm in the center of their circle. “Everybody in!” she ordered, and the rest of the Salty Cods followed. “1…2…3…WIN!” they yelled.
    Katani’s face brightened. She loved winning way more than fighting with Patrice, and that word coming from her friends’ mouths sounded like the most glorious thing she’d heard all day.
    â€œI’m starving!” Dillon suddenly announced. “Who’s ready for some grub?”
    Actually, that was the most glorious thing Katani had heard all day.
    What Bog Are We In?
    Normally, Maeve wouldn’t have minded being lost in the woods. Pretending that she was a lost princess waiting for a fabulous prince driving an all-terrain vehicle to her would be sooo fun. In fact, “let’s pretend” was #1 on Maeve’s list of favorite things to do. There was that time just a month before when she and Sam got lost in the grocery store and pretended they were space aliens from Planet Pickle-sausage who could survive only on the human super power fuel foods of chicken sausage and dill pickles.
    Of course, that little fantasy had only lasted for ten minutes, until their mother found them and demanded that they replace the six jars of pickles and four packages of sausages that they were toting around with them. The problem was that this time, in these woods, the person in charge was also lost!
    And Betsy’s insistence that they were heading in the right direction when they were so obviously not was making Maeve too nervous to get her fantasy groove on. Instead, she chewed on her finger as she watched Fabiana trying to keep her cool.
    Unfortunately, Fabiana kept scrunching her eyebrows together and checking her cell phone every two seconds—which was a dead giveaway that they were totally lost. Even Betsy finally stopped talking and looked at Fabiana, who said feebly, “Maybe we should turn around.”
    What if we never find our way back to society again? Maeve wondered. Maybe they would have to learn how to make houses out of leaves and tree branches, eat berries and squirrel meat, and start their own society. Maeve shuddered to think of the awfulness of it all.
    When the Boggers had been wandering around the woods for more than an hour, Maeve had to tell herself to stop thinking that any moment a space ship would land and they would all be taken off to another planet where people had big huge bug eyes and collected human beings to keep in hamster cages. Her one consolation was that at least Riley would be with her, and they could hold hands and sing their troubles away.
    â€œIsabel,” she