Last summer, Marcelo was drawn to this tree like a magnet. He wanted to climb it. And he wanted to climb it, I guess, because in his mind, it was little, like him. Of course, we told him that he was to do no such thing to this recently planted tree representing a substantial financial investment in our future shade. This year, Marcelo managed to get his horse stuck in the tree and then, of course, had to climb it to retrieve it. Peter quickly caught on and even aided and abetted him in this crime of nature. Boys. How quickly they come together amicably for such ideas.
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| "Hmm, I think I know something that might help." |
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| "Here, try this." |
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| "I'm almost there." |
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| "Ah, forget it. What if I just kick this thing while I swing on this limb? That might be fun." |
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Hey, thanks for leaving me a comment. Some day, when I'm twenty-five, I'll read it and it will be so cool. -celo