"Michael had awakened first and raced down to the creek. Now he sat proudly in the center of the others holding a dripping brown bottle in his hands. "Let me open it," Brian said impatiently, but Michael continued to pick determinedly at the cork. "Hurry it up brother," Michele urged. Jo Dee giggled nervously. The cork spurted from the bottle's neck with a wet hiss. The roll of paper inside was twisted tightly and slipped right out. Brian grabbed it greedily and unrolled it. "Let me read it," said Michael, snatching the note away. "You can't read yet!" Michele said. "Oh, yes I can!" he mumbled and handed the note back to Brian. "Somebody read it!" insisted Michele."