My safe hiding place


I could have chosen a cave, a brush pile, the store with the magic ice cream bars, but I didn’t. My safe hiding place was someplace above any event taking place. The top of a tree or one of the rafters in the barn were my favorite places because I was hidden from view while being in plain sight. From the loftiest branches I could remain hidden while intruders searched for me. My perch gave me ample advantages. I could scan the horizon for pirates who sailed in from the ocean, or keep a sharp lookout for girls who lived dull lives. If I had enough time I would make my stand above the feed sacks and watch the pigs roll happily in the mud. My secret friend, a mother skunk, kept everyone away.

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