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Survivor
Menehune
A legendary race of little people who lived side-by-side with the ancient Hawaiians. NOT elves.
“We gotta hurry,” said Uncle Kahana, leaping up from the couch and hustling to the fridge. “Zader, I need you to run downstairs and change the channel on the big TV on Hari’s Lanai to channel 3. I’ll be down in a minute.”
He grabbed the leftover fish, a package of cookies, and a couple of cans of guava juice. Rummaging in a drawer, he pulled out a plastic shopping bag and started stuffing it.
“Go!” he said. “People are counting on us! We can’t be late!”
I thundered down the stairs, not pausing to put on my slippahs. I whipped around the corner of the building and skidded to a stop on the covered lanai. Eight tables were scattered around, covered with vinyl palaka tabl
