In the weekend Dean and I made a treehouse ….but it wasn’t made of wood -a dark blue dressing grown.
We had a walky–talky and a telescope. Climbing on branches, we spoke loudly. We ate in there and we spied on people. I quickly climbed down before Dean wanted to get up. Then yesterday after school, I went outside in the dirty mud and rain.
Everything was wet…even the dark blue dressing grown.
Brea Jeffares.
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