con walks up to the rusleing bush that stops and freezes once he gets close he squints squints his eyes at was hard to see through the dark storm clouds and pattering rain a lighting bolt struck a tree in the distance the tree gave a sad wail as it set on fire as a flame flickerd to life then killed by the rain and wind he pulled his torch from his pocket he swore he could see eyes in therec'mon...i know theres someone in there...show yourself! he dammandid his mind: i bet its just the wind!
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