Maurice huffed and puffed. No! She was not going to make fun of his weird Shoe Thing. Then an idea came to him. She couldn't make fun of what she couldn't see...and if she couldn't see she'd have to knock it off before they could go fishing.

Without another word, he crouched down and turned off the lantern, plunging them both into darkness. The clouds and branches hid what little starlight there was and out here there were no telephone poles to send orange beams through the trees.