The oak tree looks different from up here, Stevie thought. The squirrel drey, wedged in a fork of branches, was closer and looked bigger, larger than a soccer ball. And he could see the little entry way, where the grey squirrels could enter and leave.
"C'mon, Stevie, hurry up!!"
Stevie peeked over the edge of garage again. "I don' wanna!!"
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If it is a real story, I hope idiot's luck was with him in this.
I enjoyed the way you wrote this very much though :).
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