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by Mark Brocklehurst We went to Smiths Creek. I held Abby. We walked through rivers. We climbed up on the rock. I have a secret way. The people Marion and Buncks and Amanda. Rob, Rita and Den and Les (Simon, Gerard, Helen and Roy). I hate the bumble bees and wasps. We looked in the hut. It had broken windows.