Then we took off after Luka, into the clump of trees. “Luka—! Hey, Luka!” I called. My voice bounced off the trees. It echoed all around me. “Luka—! Hey, Luka!” The cry repeated and repeated, echoing loudly. I could hear his growl up ahead. And I could hear him thrashing his way through the trees as he chased the fat squirrel. “Luka—come back!” Marissa’s cry echoed all around the forest, too. As we called after him, it sounded as if there were dozens of us in the forest, all chasing after him, all frantically calling for him to stop chasing that squirrel and come back to us. “Whoa!” I cried out as I tried to slip through the narrow space between two white tree trunks—and my backpack caught between the trees. “Ow!” It snapped me back. I staggered and nearly fell. Mister Klutz. For a change. “Luka! Hey—Luka!” I could hear Marissa’s cry up ahead of me now. I tried to slip through the trees again, and the backpack caught again. I pulled it free and found another, wider opening.
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