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Billy strolled through the woods. The air was damp with the last of the snow as it slowly dwindled in to the ground. Trees were not budding yet, but he was guessing that it would be a mere few weeks before the forest began to bloom.
He stepped over several fallen trees and he stopped; these trees were large, extensively splintered and fell before fall as they had leaves on the branches. He walked forward for several more yards and came upon a clearing that was not there last fall.
He climbed up on one of the larger trunks to get a better perspective. As he walked down the trunk, he noticed that it was very quiet in the forest, especially for a warm and sunny spring day.
Billy stood at the base of the tree. Slowly he took in the scene. There were at least two dozen trees down within twenty yards of each other. But, there was something about the way the trees had fallen. It almost looked like-
He needed a better vantage point. He quickly scouted for a large tree he could get up in to easily. He jumped off the trunk, ran ten yards to the north and began climbing, breathing deep.
When Billy reached about thirty feet, his heart raced. He looked down upon the trees and couldn't believe his eyes.
The trees - no, he thought.
"They couldn't; it couldn't," he said aloud. His voice trembled.
Higher. I must get higher.
Billy feverishly, carelessly climbed the tree, snapping branches. At fifty feet, he was running out of tree. He took several deep breaths before looking back down at the trees. It was clear; the trees were laid out - organized.
It didn't seem possible. So many trees, no one heard?
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