Their foot steps scuffle across the ground.
Come closer, Finn
You are going to get us found.
The prickles dig right into my head.
I am thinking we are going to get found.
I can still see people trying to find a hiding
spot. they were running as fast as they could.
Get a hiding spot or you will give us away.
In the bush I stand on twigs.
Every time I move it made a loud crack.
When the teacher gets closer to us
I hear her say
"that is the kind of hiding spot I would of hid in. "