Right after I left the tent, I began marking the tree stumps with pink paint. I looked behind every bush and under every rock I saw. I was so scared when I moved a rock and a snake scurried away! I hoped Woody hadn’t encountered any snakes. I called Woody’s name over and over, but he didn’t respond. Continually marking the stumps, I tried to constantly be aware of my surroundings. I spotted a Dogwood tree and smiled. That was my brother’s favorite tree! Maybe I would bring Woody back to see it after we found him. Finally, I heard something.
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