Cold air bit my nose. Frost covered our campsite and sparkled in the morning sunlight.
“C’mon, sleepyheads!” I called, trying to get the girls moving. “I’ve made hot chocolate.”
Muffled giggles answered from our tent. Bliss. I smiled.
Turning off the stove, I set the hot chocolate down. Nature called. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
A high-pitched squeal erupted. Thrashing shook loose tiny icicles from the lines. “Okay,” replied Natalia.
When I returned, I picked up the thermos to pour a cup of my delicious hot chocolate. The thermos was empty.
“Natalia did it,” said Zofie. She looked away.
Picture is by Sylvia Pellicore. (100 words)