Jack's afternoon walk began ominously, with fierce storm clouds brewing.
The view a few hours later.
Fortunately, the next day's balmy weather put the skip back in his step.
And bolstered his adventurous spirit.
Wood chips still held their allure.
As did neighborhood noises.
All was right with the world.
Even on the ground below.
But a nagging thought still lingered.
Maybe there was more to life than hurling wood chips.
Maybe the playground wasn't the greatest thing since the invention of the submarine.
Maybe something bigger and better was out there, just over the next hill.
Ahhhh....found it.
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