Bob woke up and he felt thirsty. He was so sweaty at night-time it felt like it he went toilet in his bed. He wished that he could just pick up a cup and go to the tap and get some water. But poor him.The only way he could have a drink is keep on spitting in a bucket and when there's heaps he drinks it. He had a sore back because his bed had no mattress. He has not had something to eat since he had a snail two days ago. Every second day he goes out and tries to find something to eat. This is the second day today.
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