It was a crisp autumn morning as I walked slowly towards the small town. The leaves crackled under my feet as I ventured from the path. Something bright had caught my eye, high up in the trees. I paused next to the old oak tree and glanced up. A boy with a cheeky smile meet my eyes. But how did he get up there I wondered. Well there were lots of low hanging branches I supposed. A torrent of questions flowed from my mouth like river running wild. But before I said anything, I started to climb upwards towards him.
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