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Rema—Miri—Ziff
With a resigned despair, the Sad Tricky cast his eye over his two principles—two Muddled kits: Miri and Ziff. "Why am I the babysitter?"he asked with a sigh.
"Because,"Miri said patiently, pouncing on Rema, her tails waggling with excitement, "We're here to look for a Mr. Wilson, and it's going to be a surprise for Mom—see now? We can't get Frost or Quill, because Quill's too absentminded and Frost would tell Mom; we obviously can't get Mom, and Rae is out somewhere. Miro's scared to death of his own shadow; Sia is too busy with Rally; and Ramuthra would squash us. Get it?"
"Sorry,"Ziff murmured, blinking owlishly. "We just needed someone to come with us. You don't have to, you know, do anything..."He shrugged uncomfortably.
"We'll see."Rema sighed distastefully, glancing around at Terrace Park. It was a nice place, with a few bubbling streams and lush grassy hills, but the Sad Tricky still didn't want to be there. He'd much rather be somewhere nice and comfortable, curled up with a box of consoling chocolates or something.
Miri loosened her grasp on his tail and trotted off, sniffing under a bush. "Where do Mr. Wilson's normally go?"she asked curiously, squinting at the Mr. Wilson-less sky. "I don't see any. How do we catch them? Did you bring bread crumbs, Ziff? I told you to,"she added accusingly.
"I did bring them."Ziff blinked again and produced a large, inedible-looking lump of bread. He tore off a bit and nibbled it, and promptly spat it out. "Ugh. Lea might be nice, but her cooking still reeks. Mom said we should have cooked our own lunch, and she was right."
Rema lumbered over to a hillock and lay down, closing his eyes. "Well, if you need me, I'll be sound asleep. In other words, if you need me, too bad."The Tricky sighed and stretched, basking in the sun. Ziff and Miri stared at him for a second before they began to stare around, sniffing intently.
"Smell anything?"Miri asked eagerly, twisting her tail around a lump of bread and waving it hopefully. Ziff shook his head as he peered down a hole.
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