Bartholomew came rushing over as soon as he got my message.
He lives by the rocks under my tree so it wasn't that big of a deal. He flew up and landed on my branch, causing it to bend almost all the way to the ground, my neighbour oranges complain.
Once my peel touches the ground I hop off my tree and roll some ways away so Barthlomew can safely get off the branch without squishing me.
Once I'm settled on the dusty rock pathway, I spin around to take in the view. The world seems so different from this angle, I can smell all the flowers right in front of me, and I can see the fuzz on the bees that land on them. I finally understand why humans like being away from their homes so much.
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The Orange
HumorDo you ever look at an orange on an orange tree and wonder what it's thinking? Well, Gerald NEVER has had that problem. Why? It's simply because Gerald is an orange.
