“I’ll race you,” grinned one of the boys.
“That will be fun,” said the other.
So off they went on their bikes along the scrubby lane. It was almost neck and neck when they both stopped, and rather suddenly.
“Such a small straight track.”
“Let’s go that way.”
So the two of them made their way across the field. They had only a tiny squabble as they decided who would go first. And off they went.
A bit later they both stopped.
“Gosh, it was further than we thought.”
“Still this small forest seems excellent.”
“I wonder what we’ll find?”
“The highest part is over there.”
“It will be dense and quite dark too.”
“And that’s what we like.”
So off they went. And they had a great time. They hoped that they would find a couple of unicorns, and it could have been. A small sighting, they both thought.
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Lost in the forest of imagination, perhaps?
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Friends or brothers, the result is the same……….. a bond for adventure!
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Nice.
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Excellent, Chris! It’s possible the unicorns took the weekend off…
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straight line
which for some
might be fine
fun must just do it
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You paint a delightful picture of childhood!!
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Shimmering summer days, bikes and a friend, grit of dirt paths to magic. Brings me back!
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