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"George! George! Georgina!"
George could hear his cousin Anne shouting from the beach.
"Do we have to call her? Its obvious she doesn't like us, and really does seem rather rude." One of the boys grumbled.
"Be quiet, Dick. Its our fault she ran off anyway. She could hear us from her bedroom window." Anne responded.
"This whole 'George' thing does seem rather queer. But I agree with Anne. We should try and find her."
George ran his hands through Timmy's fur and tried to block out his cousins. He didn't want them to find him, especially if they were going to call him that ghastly name.
"Its not fair" George thought "Why can't they just accept that I'm a boy? I know i'm a boy, and it isn't up to them anyway. And stupid mother calling me Georgina. One day, I shall run away and live by myself with Timmy. He knows that i'm George."
"George, there you are. I thought we were never going to find you! I'm so sorry about what I said to Aunt Fanny." George jolted out of his thoughts to the sound of Anne's voice.
"I'm Anne. And this is Julian and Dick, my brothers."
"I'm George, and this is Timmy."
"I didn't know you had a dog!"
"I'm not supposed to have him. Father won't have him in the house. Says he's noisy and disrupts his work. You can't tell my mother of father about him,, otherwise I shan't speak to any of you ever again."
"We won't tell. Will we Julian? Dick?" Anne looked up at her brothers.
"No, we wont say anything to Aunt Fanny or Uncle Quentin. If you promise not to run off again. It is rather rude." Dick huffed.
"I won''t, as long as you don't insist on calling me a girl. I'm a boy. I can climb faster and run faster then any boy. I shan't be a girl, i'm not one. If you call me a girl, I will never speak to you ever again."
"What's so bad about being a girl? I love being a girl." Anne asked.
"I'm just not a girl. You can be one if you want, Anne, but I am not."
"Alright, George. if you insist we call you a boy, we shall,but what about Aunt Fanny and Uncle Quentin?"Julian asked.
"Who cares what they think. They refuse to call me George. The sent Timmy away. They hate me, and they hate Timmy, and if they don't like me, I don't like them either." George folded his arms, angrily.
"Speaking of Timmy, its going to be lunch soon. Where will he stay during lunch?"
"Hes staying with a Fisherman in the village, Alf. I've been paying for all his food out of my pocket money, and Alf doesn't mind. I just wish he could stay with us in the house."
"Can we go to lunch now? I'm starving." Dick whined.
"Alright" Julian said, begining to lead the others back towards the cottage. "but I would like to know more about that island we saw in the bay while we were coming in."