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Lorcan, Roy, Mori, and Orla dove at the site, digging frantically with their bare hands. It seemed to take forever. They couldn’t find Ciaran.
“Are we digging in the right place?” Orla asked. Mori and Roy shifted into their fox form and poked their noses into the moving sand. They whirl around, digging with their forelegs. They sniffed around, pushing toward the left, then the right, doing a circle. It had been five minutes. They searched more frantically. Seven minutes later, Roy wagged his tail and shifted back into human form.
“Here. Right here!” he shouted and dug at the same time. They all darted over and dug. Ciaran’s hand came into view. They reached down into the sand, and grabbed his shoulders, and pulled him up.
“He’s not breathing,” Mori said.
“Come on, Ciaran,” Lorcan s
