“Get some chicken!” Stevie yelled from inside the cabinet. Having retrieved the card, Britta asked, “Do you want to come with me, Stevie? Get out of the cabinet for a little while?” “Uh . . . okay.” Stevie eased the door open and skittered out. It was weird because she crawled out of the cabinet and down the refrigerator to reach the floor without grabbing onto anything. Kind of like a spider. But the bears didn’t say anything about it and neither did Charlie. It was best not to talk about these things. It just freaked people out more.
