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    From Scratch (Chapter 3)

    Smiling, Helena laughed out a little ‘stop’, her head dizzying from the movement. Leah let out a loud burst of laughter and dropped down, almost knocking the wind out of her mother, to lie atop her chest, spreading her legs out over Helena’s so that she was in a more comfortable position. Wrapping her arms around her daughter, Helena placed a soft kiss atop her head as the hammock came to a slow stop. 
    Blinking her eyes so as not to drift back off into a shallow slumber, Helena frowned slightly at Leah’s sudden, intrusive giggling. Before she had time to inquire as to what she was laughing about, or glance around herself to see what might have happened, a force knocked into the hammock and a loud roar was heard. 
    Serving to make his mother jump, Nicky laughed and removed the lion mask from his face. “Scared you!” He shouted in triumph.
    “Where did you get the mask from?” Helena asked with a smile as Leah untangled herself from her arms and sat up, crossing her legs awkwardly over her mother’s. 
    “Uncle Andrew got it me,” Nicky told her, pulling the mask back onto his face before running into the house. A distant roar was heard, followed by a scream and an ‘oh, no, don’t get me!’. 
    Smirking slightly, refraining from thinking that her brother didn’t have to spend money on them, Helena glanced up at Leah who’s neck was twisted slightly so that she could glance around to the door that Nicky had just disappeared through. Turning back to her mother, Leah told her, “I have a mask, too. It’s a hippopop- …hippo.” 
    “Is it?” Helena asked, eyebrows raised slightly and a little smirk over her lips. 
    Leah merely nodded and, wanting to locate where she had placed her mask, stated, “I want to get down.” Not trusting her own balance, she allowed her mother to help lift her down without her feet getting caught in the net-like material and skipped off into the house. Deciding that she couldn’t spend the afternoon sleeping in the hammock, Helena swung her legs over the side and slid out of the hanging net, stretching her arms above her head and yawning as she made her way inside the house. 

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