If Sauri had the choice, she would spent her day with Meg by the ocean, building sand castles, finding baby crabs and digging clams. But here, there was no beach, no clams, no little baby crabs being dive bombed by gulls looking for a feast. Skipping rocks along the river, casting spinners for greyling and watching Keltie run up and down the shoreline barking at sticks floating by was the best she could do.
Sometimes, they would get lucky and see a beaver or a canoeist paddling by, but more often they simply grinned greetings at the others taking advantage of the riverside walk in the hot summer afternoon. Usually ending their adventure at the local café, munching a hot scone and sipping latté.
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