As the morning wore on, Smudge returned from his surveillance operation with several interesting developments to report. The Sea Dogs had left the island some time ago with nothing but a large piece of driftwood, relying solely on paddle power to get them to the neighbouring island. The Cane Toads were currently moving through the breakers, struggling to keep their flimsy raft from falling apart. On the far side of the forest, the marmosets were building an elaborate vessel using bamboo, banana leaves and vines. The Cat Fish, on the other hand, didn’t appear to be making a boat at all, but were weaving a large net from whatever materials they could get their paws on. Smudge had no idea what they were playing at, but informed the crew that Prowler was nowhere in sight. ‘That’s never a good sign,’ Horace muttered, tying his sleeping bag to the mast. ‘What about the penguins? I doubt they found an iceberg to sail away on.’ Smudge raised two arms in the air as if to say, Don’t ask me.
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