Now it had become the home for Jane and her father. The hut had originally belonged to the late Lord and Lady Greystoke. It had been three months since she and her father had made their home to the small hut atop the trees, in middle of the deepest jungle of Africa. She rubbed her weary face and thought about how she missed caffeine. Jane was rather handy at many things, but needlework wasn’t her forte.Īfter she had clad herself behind a makeshift screen she walked out of the tree cottage to the small deck at the entrance. It was made from old and tattered pieces of shirts, dresses and whatnot. She pulled out a dressing gown that was actually more like a scruffy patchwork quilt. She shivered and slogged over to the wardrobe. She whisked it back and her petite body clad in pyjamas was exposed to the morning air. She sighed and groggily scrabbled at the blanket. However, a steady rumble of snoring from the other side of the room kept her from falling back asleep. She groaned somnolently and turned her face away from the light. A narrow beam reached Jane’s face and warmed her cheek. Rays of light peeked through the gaps between the wall planks.
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