laying a trap
fletcher and fizza climbed quietly down the hill a few more meters and looked out carefully from behind a small bush. Cloudy is kidnapper was talking to another man who he had met on the beach. The men were so close that fizza and fletcher could hear them speak. In the dark they could see that one was fat and the other one was thin. It was the thin one that stolen Cloudy.
"well done! That looks like a nice horse!" the fat man said. "yes, we should get a good price for it," replied the thin man. "
when's the boat going to get here?