Wendy and Robin rested in the arms of the tree, gazing up at the clouds drifting across the sky. Their legs slightly swung back and forth like the branches shielding them from the warm summer sun. Below the girls, the waterfall tumbled on, stirring up the brook into a bubbly frenzy. Robin stretched, her arms reaching up into the sky to touch the clouds. Birds chirped and tweeted, hiding in the branches all around the girls.
It was another quiet afternoon at Camp Wilderocke, with all the campers scattered to every corner of the campground, playing games, writing letters, swimming in the lake working on art projects, or just sitting around, talking to one another. Wendy and Robin choose their little fort hidden deep in the woods.
As another bird took off, Wendy yawned and stretched, sitting up a little. She looked down at the ground, staring at all the tools she and Robin had brought. They had meant to get right to work, fixing up the fort, but as soon as the first cool breeze swept through the little grove of trees, and the clouds above blocked the sun every few minutes, Robin and Wendy put down their tools, and instead, found themselves in the arms of the tree.
In the distance, a bell clanged loudly, marking the end of free time. Wendy sighed, and climbed down the tree, one branch at a time. Robin followed behind her, one foot after the other. They packed up the tools on the ground, stowed them away in the cave, and slowly made the hike back to the campground.
“We didn’t get much done today,” Robin said as she kicked a pinecone out of the way.
“Nope.”
“Should we try again tomorrow?”
Wendy nodded. She yawned, and looked back up at the blue sky.
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