“Now!” Thelma said, shoving him forward. Cress caught his feet and glided across the yard as smooth as the Northern winds, peeking through trees and shrubs to ensure no humans were watching. The neighbour’s chariot rumbled down the street as Cress came to their spare chariot parked before the house. He flung the vessel door open and began hauling fistfuls of leaves into the backseat from the large bag. “That’s not enough!” Thelma’s voice came from beside him. Her floral gardening gloves covered her hands. “I thought you were going to stay back and keep watch!” Cress whispered in return. “Heck,
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