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PROMPT July 13th Write about your favorite summer activity. Collin tiptoed up to the back gate of the little blue house that sat at the end of the lane very near the thickest part of the forest. Collin loved that house. Not because the family was the nicest family on the lane. Not because blue was his favorite color. And not because a peach tree laden with fruit bent its boughs wide so any passerby could enjoy its peachy bounty. No, it wasn't any of those things. It was, in fact, the thing that hung from two sturdy trees among the canopy that shaded the house so nicely. The hammock. That's what it was. Soft, comfy netting with a pillow to boot. It was perfect. And Collin just had to try it. Collin could picture spending a day in that net. Reading a book and staring up through the trees. Swaying, swinging, sleeping, snoring. The best of the best. Just the thought of lazing the day away comfortably wrapped in the hammock made Collin giggle with glee. But Collin had a problem. The house wasn't his. The hammock wasn't his. In fact, nothing was his. So Collin made a plan. He'd watch and he'd wait. He'd watch the family that lived in the little blue house at the end of the lane. He'd watch them to see how they spent each summer day. He'd watch them swing and sway in that glorious hammock. And then he'd wait. He'd wait for his chance when they drove off for a day at the beach. Or a day at the park. Or a day in the town. He'd wait for them to drive off and then he'd head for the hammock. Yes, that's what Collin planned. And that's how he found himself tiptoeing up to the gate at the back. He'd seen the family drive off with their picnic basket and beach ball and sunglasses perched on their heads. He'd let the dust settle and he'd counted to ten. No, twenty. Twenty was safer. They would definitely be down the lane and out of sight by the count of twenty. Collin crept up to the gate and gently opened the latch. He tiptoed into the yard, his sandals crunching softly on the hot prickly gravel. He went round to the back...and...there it was...that beautiful, glorious hammock! He squeezed his eyes and stifled a snort, because after all, quiet was the key. If he was quiet enough no one would know. And if no one would know then Collin was thrilled. So he hunched down low and scurried to the hammock. Then he threw himself in, nearly rolling out the other side. But quickly, Collin got the hang of it and settled himself in. And then he let the thing sway. He would sway all day. Under a canopy of trees that shaded the little blue house at the end of the lane near the the thickest part of the forest. For Collin, life was good. |
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