“A little extra work that’s terrorizing the welcome house!” Eli says hotly. Squizzle shrieks in agreement. “What’s Mr. Teichman going to say when he finds out?”
Nellie is a minute away from the welcome house when she spots the polar bear. It lurks behind a mountain of ice, black eyes fixed on Eli’s shoulder where Squizzle is huddled. She elbows Eli and nods silently to the polar bear, and Eli shrugs. What can we do?
Right now, they have a much more dangerous enemy.
The custodian hasn’t noticed them yet. He strides through the ice with confidence. Nellie has no idea how he knows where to go in this endless sea of white — already, she isn’t positive that she can find the way back to the welcome house.
The custodian peers down at a handheld device, then turns sharply. Nellie yanks Eli behind an embankment before the custodian can catch sight of them. “Stay down,” she hisses. “We can’t let him see us.”
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