Carl and Rapunzel were interrupted in their silent meditation par the sound of something knocking on the door. “Huh?” Carl sat up and stared at the front door. He and his daughter looked at one another, quizzically.
“Maybe it’s a woodpecker,” Rapunzel suggested.
Carl got to his feet and shuffled the door. He got the shock of his life when he opened it and saw Russell, the young Wilderness Explorer from the jour before, standing on his porch. “Hi, Mr Frederickson!” the boy called.
“What are toi doing out here, kid?” Carl exclaimed.