"That's a nice dream, Reep." commented Gypsy looking as far as she could see in the ocean.
"And I also dream of eating the most wonderful chocolate pudding that the world has ever known!" Reep declared.
Hearing this, Islie immediately started bustling around, fixing the most wonderful chocolate pudding that the world has ever known for Reep, and the most wonderful rice pudding that the world has ever known for herself, making enough of both for everyone to have some.
They might not need me but; they might.
I'll let my Head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.
-Emily Dickinson
Tenny watched Islie. "May I help? Is that your national dish?"
Islie let Tenny help. "Nope, it's not my national dish," she said. "What to choose as the national dish is still being voted on. The talking snails are mostly in favor of lettuce, but I've had to veto that."
They might not need me but; they might.
I'll let my Head be just in sight;
A smile as small as mine might be
Precisely their necessity.
-Emily Dickinson
Gypsy looked curiously at Islie's pudding.
Arna smiled and chuckled to herself as she watched her friends.
Then everyone heard a call from up on deck "Land, Ho!"
"Are we already at Islie's Island?" asked Tenny, scampering up the stairs
"Islie's Island!" cheered Gypsy.
Everyone raced to the side of the ship and as the island grew nearer, Arna turned to Reep and asked, "Are you looking for somewhere like this?"
"I sure am!" exclaimed Gypsy.
"Isn't it beautiful?" said Islie. Everyone agreed.
"Let's get off this tub and go see the island!" yelled Tenny excitedly.
"Tub?" asked Reep.
"What?" asked Tenny. "I didn't call you a tub?"
"Nevermind," Reep sighed and scrambled into a dingy.
Gypsy followed him.
