I sat beneath the biggest tree I've ever seen, breathing hard. It's shade was cooling and refreshing, a nice relief from the scorching sun. An ugly brown bird hopped down to where I sat, “Morning!” He said, “You really shouldn't be here, move on.” I watched him fly away. What is wrong? Did I do something? All I had done was sit down. I have walked all day, besides it's stuffy and hot, I deserve a rest. I felt something rough wrap around me, and the world became cool and dark.
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