“Come on, lazybones, it’s time to rise and shine.”
Joe turned his face away from the sunlight streaming through the open tent flap and groaned. He wasn’t a morning person, and it was just his luck that Ron was.
“Joseph, out of that bed, now.” Ron’s voice, though still calm, held an edge to it.
“Can’t I have a few more minutes?”
“Nope, it’s already just after seven, and half the day’s gone by already.”
Seven? Joe couldn’t remember the last time he’d been awake that early.
“Don’t say I didn’t try the nice approach,” Ron said, pulling the sleeping bag, with Joe still inside it, out of the tent and into the bright but cold morning.
Joe curled himself into the warm folds of the sleeping bag, but Ron was relentless. Before he knew what was happening, Joe found himself dumped onto the
