Maple Awake by Alice Doray - Page 10
A few days later the fears of the sad-looking maple tree came true. A big man with a shiny ax slung over his shoulder, slowly walked across the yard - headed for the tree!
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The black bird saw him first. He screamed to the mocking bird, "It's time! It's time!" |
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