The tent stake drove into the ground with a solid thwap of the hammer.
“We did it!” Page yelled excitedly, flinging the hammer out of her mouth and across the campsite. At least Lucy-Fur was paying enough attention to duck.
“It certainly is… something,” Lucy-Fur said as they examined the structure. Were tents supposed to be higher on one side than the other? “As long as it keeps us dry tonight, it’ll have done its job! Now, how about we see how everyone else is doing?”
Light filtered through the leaves above as the two bubbies wandered through the trails. It was still sweltering hot during the day, as the end of summer hadn’t yet come. Soon enough, the colors would start to turn from yellow-green to orange, then to brown as Puraton moved through the seasons.
Page galloped ahead, then stopped short. “You’ve got to see this!” she yelled back at Lucy-Fur.
Around the bend in the trail, a tent rose nearly twenty feet off the ground. The fabric door opened near the top of the structure, flapping open to reveal a group of bat-winged bubbies hanging from its ceiling. A pair of young bubbies snoozed in between three adults.
"How adorable!" Lucy-Fur said as they preened. "I can just tell everyone is going to have a grand time."