Archibold was taken aback when he saw poor exhausted Stephanotis lying asleep under the dandelion. 'I have overdone things again ' he thought ' I forget how young he is and what I felt like when I was his age - too taken up with my own excitement to notice how frightened he must have been by the fierce current'.
So Archibold set to making camp. First he made a small circle of stones on the sandy bank for the fire and soon had a crackling blaze going, next he set up the little kettle full of water for tea on a tripod over the flames. 'Best put up the tent and hammocks then we'll be all ship shape and can go explore.' Though for all of his courage and enthusiasm, Archibold wasn't particularliy good at the practicalities of erecting a tent on his own, 'perhaps breakfast first' he thought, 'then we can easily straighten things out'.
The alluring sight of his hammock gently swaying in a soft breeze became too much for him to resist, and Arichbold found himself climbing into his hammock and daydreaming his way into a deep slumber. Soon the little camp reverberated to the happy sounds of a duet of snoring gnomes.
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