Post by Kenneth Garrett Fortuyn on Oct 23, 2009 20:49:16 GMT -5
That morning, Matty woke up with the strangest burst of energy. He decided to put that energy to good use by coming to the North Wall where he had spent his night before.
Matty was having the time of his life, climbing up trees, jumping down, balancing across the wall...
Around noon, the energy had still yet to fade. Matty climbed a new tree. It was high-reaching and thick with green foliage. He easily found handholds and footholds in the old, cracked bark, and noticed his hands did not touch when he wrapped his arms around the trunk. He felt pleased with his good luck at finding such a good climbing tree.
Perched on a sturdy branch, Matty could see all kinds of people around the tree, but he was positive no one could see him. His lounge was a good thirty feet or so from the grass, and the leaves shielded him from prying eyes.
Finally deciding to take a rest, Matty lay on the branch, leaning back against the trunk. One leg rested on the branch, the other hung off. He enjoyed the fresh, spring breeze that flowed through his hair.
Out of the corner of his eye, Matty noticed a tear in his shirt. It was a small thing, but it still upset him. Awww, man! he thought ruefully. This was my favorite shirt! He leaned a bit to take a closer look at it, lost balance, and toppled out of the tree, screaming.
Matty was having the time of his life, climbing up trees, jumping down, balancing across the wall...
Around noon, the energy had still yet to fade. Matty climbed a new tree. It was high-reaching and thick with green foliage. He easily found handholds and footholds in the old, cracked bark, and noticed his hands did not touch when he wrapped his arms around the trunk. He felt pleased with his good luck at finding such a good climbing tree.
Perched on a sturdy branch, Matty could see all kinds of people around the tree, but he was positive no one could see him. His lounge was a good thirty feet or so from the grass, and the leaves shielded him from prying eyes.
Finally deciding to take a rest, Matty lay on the branch, leaning back against the trunk. One leg rested on the branch, the other hung off. He enjoyed the fresh, spring breeze that flowed through his hair.
Out of the corner of his eye, Matty noticed a tear in his shirt. It was a small thing, but it still upset him. Awww, man! he thought ruefully. This was my favorite shirt! He leaned a bit to take a closer look at it, lost balance, and toppled out of the tree, screaming.