l“Hey Michael, how far do you think it is till we hit our campsite,” Billy wanted to know.
“I don’t know, Billy, the green forest looks pretty far away from here.”
They stood at the beginning of a long path through the purple heather that led to the distant green hills where they and their father were planning on setting up camp. They had run ahead of their father and were waiting for him to catch up. He was slowly huffing and puffing his way towards them.
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