As you step onto the springy green turf beneath the tree, gold and silver light filters through its branches. The tree is huge, old, and tall. There are a number of knobbly places on its bark, and it looks as though it's about to sprout a face and speak to you.
Entranced, you take a step towards it, then another and another. Before you know it, you're standing next to it, and as you look up into its branches, you hear strains of old stories and songs. They are like light reflecting off ripples on water. Suddenly you feel as though you must hear a full tale, so you grab a gnarled branch and begin to pull yourself up into the tree.
You climb until you find a branch you're in the mood to sit on, and you sit and press your ear to the rough bark. You sit in wonder as you listen to a golden tale of old. Then you slowly pull your slightly sore ear away from the bark and climb down the tree.
You lay your hand on the tree trunk in farewell, and your mind turns to the adventure you just heard, and suddenly you want to have adventures of your own. So you turn and walk thoughtfully away from the tree to find out what is in store for you.
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