For some reason that made his whole body tense up like something wonderful was about to happen.The meadow was quite large. At the far edge, the woods ...urved around out of sight. It was over there that he heard the rustling.Suspicious and anxious, he started that way tentatively, still not sure if any of it was real, but enjoying the whole event, anyway.Was that a bark?Now that was interesting.Yes, there was another bark. He thought he’d heard that particular bark before.That got him moving. He. Penelope turned in another direction, bading Thompson to follow her.The temple was, if anything, even larger than the one at Cyprus, thought Thompson as he glanced around him during the brisk walk down a broad corridor. On his right at intervals were doors, most of which were closed, behind which were probably bedrooms. One room had no door, and Thompson got a brief glimpse of what appeared to be a game room. Another open door led to the eating area. To Thompson's left was no wall at all, the. To cook them she’d prized an old piece of metal grating from the wrecked fishing boat and we propped this up on rocks over the fire to act as a griddle. They were delicious. This technique brought us bigger game too for one day she struggled ashore under the weight of a pair of big bonito she’d managed to snare. We didn’t just eat fish however. There were also shellfish and most of these I got to like especially the mussels she harvested from the rocks and the clams and oysters she fetched. "I must punish them, yes that's how I'll do it, but the fire would be so cruel, they're my children, no it's what I want and I'll do it." Karen thought to herself. "Hey mom, are you ok? I uhmm... saw you outside" Laura said to her mother. "I'm fine Laura, I'm doing what I want, I have some things to do now, please go" said Karen. "Uhmm, ok" Laura said completely weirded out, and went upstairs. Karen then went to the basement and made "preperations" for the punishment. She took 3 old crates and.