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As they headed towards home, Reggie lagged towards the back of the group. The whole thing had been more or less disastrous -- a ruined raft, ruffians, wolves... death. Bingo apparently thought that his younger brother had grown up a lot, and Reggie felt that he really had. He'd seen and been through so much, and though he only wanted to go home, he was at least grateful that he had learned a bit about the world, as well as won Bingo's respect.
The birds sang as Reggie ran to catch up with his brother.
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