Chapter 14
JOHANNA WAS WAKENED by rustling noises in the hold. They’d had mice in the room before, but this sounded bigger and too close for comfort. She got out of bed and found that last night they had forgotten that the frog still sat in the glass jar. During the darkest part of the night, it obviously remained quiet, but now it was rustling around in the leaves, trying to climb out of the jar. Poor thing.
Much as she disliked frogs, and she disliked them less since Roald had explained all about their strange life cycles, she didn’t think it would be very happy in the jar, so she took the jar up to the deck of the ship—
And found that the morning dawned with mist rising out of the river. The sky above was pale blue, but all around, mist shrouded the land.
A bite to the air heralded
