Under the tree was pretty good, but I was starting to get dark and had to go back home again. It was hard to get up, because I had been sleeping for several hours in the middle of the field, but if I was late, her mother would begin to worry.
The road back home was slower than expected, and night was falling, but he was guided well and smoothly. Funny, yesterday had already been here and these same times had to turn on the flashlight. Well, just as well, because apparently the lantern had fallen somewhere, because it was not for their pockets.
Approximately midway was pleasantly surprise how many times I had walked by the place and it was the first time I came across a fox could get close enough. The fox looked impassive, without fear, but when it became just 20 inches of power stroke, shot past him.
What a great story to tell at school tomorrow.
Charlie thought to himself ...
But I hope the teacher does not send us now a work related issue.
And is that her teacher took every experience lived by small to ask a job related to her.
Anyway, I was getting closer. Finally reached the door of his house, because he wanted to have dinner. Surely her mother would be angry with him for being so late.
When he entered the kitchen he found that there was no dinner, and go to the living room he saw his mother sitting on couch embraced by my uncles. By getting in front to see what happened, I realized that they no longer see me, and I began to remember that was where I fell asleep in one of the branches of the tree, and that's what made me what I am today.
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