Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . a house yet, but at the top of the cliffthere is a hollow in the ground that wemight lie down in. The cloud had grown so big that it hadspread itself over the sun and was makingthe sky look quite dark. The hot windwas blowing so hard that the Good Wolfhad to bend his head and stiffen himselfon his four legs to stand up againstit. ^^Take hold of mv hair and hold ontight! he called out. His thick coat was being blown allabout, and Bartys curly hair was streaming. straight out behind him. The wind madesuch a noise that they could hardly heareach others voices.
Barty Crusoe and his man Saturday . a house yet, but at the top of the cliffthere is a hollow in the ground that wemight lie down in. The cloud had grown so big that it hadspread itself over the sun and was makingthe sky look quite dark. The hot windwas blowing so hard that the Good Wolfhad to bend his head and stiffen himselfon his four legs to stand up againstit. ^^Take hold of mv hair and hold ontight! he called out. His thick coat was being blown allabout, and Bartys curly hair was streaming. straight out behind him. The wind madesuch a noise that they could hardly heareach others voices. The waves off theshore were rolling and breaking on thebeach with a sound like thunder. Its getting worse/ gasped the GoodWolf. Hold on to me and we will pushas hard as we can until we get to thetop. ^^Th-this is a t-t-tropical storm/ Bartypanted. ^Do you wish you were at home? theGood Wolf managed to ask before thewind blew his breath away.
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