Rusty And The Tree

Tree Climbing Poppy

Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Rusty And The Tree

By

Alice White (for Friday Fictioneers)

Rusty wasn’t sure where the sound came from. He could make out the direction, but wondered how he could see over the fence to quench his curiosity.

Then he saw the tree, its sticky-out branches at the top for a fine view. The question was how to get up there.

“What are you doing?” His little girl asked.

Rusty did his best to show her, staring upward whilst barking at the tree.

“You could jump,” she suggested.

He took her advice and in one move sat atop a sturdy branch.

The dog next-door playing ball. He might have known…

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