Lilly was sandwiched between them. "Reeet!" "I heard you the first time. Get off will ya?!" Runt hopped off his stomach, allowing him to worm out of his bedroll. Zack pinched his sister's foot. "Wake up!" "Zaaack! We've been up half the night." "Come on, Runt's found something. You too Martin. Move your butt." Zack crawled out of the tent and blinked hard against the brilliant morning sunshine. "Reet, reet, reet!" Runt was looking upstream. "Okay, okay, I get ya. Let's go." The pig shot off like a bullet. "I didn't mean that fast." "Hey, wait up you two! Oh, hurry up Martin, they've already gone." A hundred yards from the camp, Runt stopped short, cocked his head to one side and sniffed at the air. "Over there?" Zack said, as he ran up. "Across the crick?" Lilly and Martin jogged up, just as Runt let loose a tremendous squeal, jumped off the bank into the shallow water.
