“Mazu!” David whined. “It's four in the morning! Can't we go
back to bed?”
Young Mazu grinned widely, though it was
pretty hard to see in the dim room. Only a lone candle flickered on
the dresser, which she'd brought with her when she snuck from her own
house. She forced a hat on her friend's head, having been an eager
assistant to getting her groggy pal dressed for their escapade.
“No! It has to be now!”
“But why?!”
“Doncha
know?” Mazu enthused. “Always darkest before the dawn! What
better time to steal some of the apples just before harvest?”
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