Branches tumbled like the water, a cascade of color, decorating the land. Even the rocks showed signs of joining the party. Fall had arrived, and it was Agatha’s favorite season. She adored the changing from greens to gold, and red, and oh, she could go on forever. This was her secret place, where no one would ever find her. She’d steal away from the house, while mama was napping, and run as fast as she could.

Each day brought new changes to the scape she had come to love so dearly. But only in autumn. Never would you find her here in any other season. There wasn’t anything that attracted her eyes, and she was bored of always seeing green. She longed for endless days of purple flowers and blue waterfalls, draping itself along the rocks that hung over the cliff. There was evidence of a disturbance under the falls, and Agatha was very careful not to get too close.

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