TravlinBug'z

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really check out his “rare exhibits” he thought were inside. I knew right then that this was not what Claude thought it was. I sat frozen in my seat, unable to say or do anything. With a dramatic gesture, Claude threw open the lid. His face said it all. For a moment, he just stared at the trunk, frozen. Then a voice from the back yelled, “Show us ! Tell us what it is !” The crowd grew restless as Claude did not move or speak. In that moment,

I felt for Claude. But I knew that the Bug'z were out there safe somewhere. And that made me feel better inside, convinced that what I did that night on the ship had been right. For a moment I was sad for Claude, as I could tell that Father was too. The panic set in as Claude began to pull and tug at all the items in the trunk, but there were no jars or journals. Above all, there were        NO TRAVLINBUG'Z !!!

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