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Bed:

It was cold, lumpy, and hard.

It was uneven and often covered in many sticks.

The leave's crunched under him every time he moved.

It was the same as he remembered it being 2 years ago.

It was crowded in their small camp, just like it always was.

The sound of Little John's loud snoring echoed through the forest, disrupting his thoughts.

The scent of Much's squirrel stew still hung in the air and the scratchy blanket covering him was far from comfortable.

But there, under the stars and in the fresh outdoor air, was the best bed Allan had ever slept in.