I wish I had a soap that could wash away my sins – it would save me a lot of trouble

Muskie, being much younger, wasn't quite as coordinated as the older boys and the pretty space lady had to step in and give her a hand, tipping the shell up and allowing the girl to use her spoon to scrape out the mixture that clung to the sides. Her soap farted too, though she was less noisy in her giggles than the boys were. She looked at Kens whipped top soap and Steig's carefully pressed imprint top and she became a little self-conscious, worried the older boys might laugh if she messed it up. With some gentle encouragement, she picked up a small twig and started to scrawl patterns in the top of her soap, sprinkling some crushed dried seaweed and a darker bronze ochre on top. She sat back, pleased with the results. She couldn't wait until it was set and she could give it to her mum!

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