It was Bella's first camping trip, and though she was excited, she was nervous, too.

What if the tent falls over and squashes us?

She asked Joe.

It's too light to squash us, said Joe.

Well, what if the wind blows it away?

The wind isn't strong enough.

Well, what if a wolf comes into the tent and eats us?

This made Joe laugh.

Bella had read too many fairy stories with big bad wolves in them.

There aren't any wolves in Yorkshire, he said.

There aren't any wolves in the whole of Britain.

Except in zoos, Of course.

Well, what if one escaped from a zoo?

Ask Bella.

Joe said that zoos were far too careful to let their animals escape on.

Bella soon forgot about Walls as they started planning for the camping trip.

Let's get ready, kids, said Dad.

On Saturday morning, Assumes were packed up.

Then we're off.

They all helped load up the car.

First they put in the tent.

It was a big one for the whole family, then the sleeping bags and blankets.

It's cold at night when you're sleeping in a tent.

Then they packed the cooking equipment on lots of food to cook.

When everything was packed, the car was full to bursting.

The Hobson family just managed to squeeze in.

Soon they were leaving the city behind them.

Look at the hills, said Dad.

Look at for Heather on the moors.

They drove up a winding road with no houses until they reached the turning for the campsite.

It belonged to a farm and was in a big field.

There were views out over the Moors on lots of space for people to pitch their tent.

Right, said Dad.

First things first.

Let's get the 10 top.

Here's a good spot next to this hedge.

Once the tent was up, it was time to eat.

Then Joe and Bella went to explore.

There were trees to climb on a stream for paddling.

Bella started collecting tadpoles in a jar with another girl, and Joe played on a rope swing with some of the older kids.

The day flew by tomorrow, said Dad will go for a long hike over the moors.

I can't wait, said Joe.

It was getting dark.

The family ate sausages and beans, then roasted marshmallows on sticks over a campfire.

They drank hot chocolate, too.

In the darkness, strange rustling noises came from the hedge next to their 10th.

What's that noise?

After Bella, she looked nervous and move closer to Mom.

Don't worry, it's not a wolf, said Joe teasingly.

How do you know?

I expect it's just a rabbit, Bella said.

Dad.

Or maybe it's just the wind rustling the leaves.

Bella didn't say anything more.

Of course, she was only little thought.

Joe, you couldn't really blame her for having silly worries about wolves.

Time for bed, said Mom.

They were all tired.

After a day outdoors, they put out the fire, close the tent flap and crawled into their sleeping bags.

Soon, Bella, Mom and dad were asleep.

Joe was too excited to sleep, so he lay awake thinking about the day and wondering what would happen tomorrow.

Suddenly, he heard something from outside the tent.

A rustling noise, probably just a rabbit, he thought.

Then he heard more rustling.

It sounded like something walking around outside something bigger than a rabbit.

What if thought Joe Bella was right?

Whatever wolf did escaped from a zoo.

This camp site was just the kind of place that might like Joe lay there, shivering as the rustling continued at last, he could bear it no longer.

He got up and stuck his head out of the tent.

A cow gazed at him over the hedge she had soft brown eyes on was chewing peacefully on some leaves.

Mu, she said.

Joe chuckled to himself.

He crawled back into his sleeping bag to think I was afraid of a cow.

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