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It was a wonderful sunny day only a handful of small puffy white clouds floated lazily across the wide blue sky, these were the days that Peter liked best. It was early Spring weather when the air was still cold even with the sun on your face. It didn't take long to warm up though if you went for a nice walk or ran around the house a couple of times.
Actually thought Peter, that is what I will do, I'll go for a nice long walk, I'll go to the rock mound where when you climb to the top you can see all over the valley. It's a good day to go there and I haven't been since last Summer.
Pulling on his woolly jumper and tying up the laces on his favourite running shoes he briefly popped into the kitchen. "Hello dear", said Mary his adopted mum as he came skidding into the big kitchen. She wore her cooking apron and Peter could smell the aroma of his favorite cookies that she had just taken out of the oven. There was white flour in her hair and on her cheeks, it looked quite funny. "Where are you off to in such a hurry then"? she asked wiping her hands on her apron. "I thought I'd go for a walk to the rock mound" he said. "I built a fort and put a flag on the top last Summer and I want to see if it is still there". "Well after all the wind and rain during the Winter it will be a mighty fort indeed if it is still there" she said watching him looking at the cookies. "You had better take something to eat then," she said putting some cookies into a paper bag, which she handed to him.
"Thank you Mum", said Peter taking them and headed out the door into the bright sunshine. "And be careful" she called after him. She always said that.
So off went Peter setting out along the narrow path that led away from the house and out into the pumpkin fields. It was a well-worn trail and still a bit muddy from the Winter rain. As he left the fields the trail led into a small wooded area that had a creek running through it. To cross the creek you had to go over a rickety old wooden bridge. Peter had to be very careful because some of the planks were either rotten or had fallen into the creek. But Peter knew exactly where to walk as he had crossed it many times before. When he reached the other side he continued on his way until he left the wooded area. Hopping over a fence he followed an old gravel road as it twisted and turned upwards through the hills. At long last he saw the rock mound perched high at the top of the highest hill. Peter was too far away to see if his flag was still there so he hurriedly left the road and started the long climb up the side of the hill. It was very steep and he soon became very hot so he stopped to take a breath and to munch on one of his cookies.
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