Bear number fifty-three tried to catch up with fifty-two and while he searched the edge of the field for him he ran into a very big green bush.
“I don’t think this is a Baobab,” he said. “A Baobab must have a trunk. Trees have trunks.”
He climbed into the bush to look for a trunk. When he reached the top he could see the whole field and fifty-two right in the middle of it.
“Hey! It’s time to go,” he shouted, but the wind blew his words away and his friend couldn’t hear a single one of them.
“I don’t think this is a Baobab,” he said. “A Baobab must have a trunk. Trees have trunks.”
He climbed into the bush to look for a trunk. When he reached the top he could see the whole field and fifty-two right in the middle of it.
“Hey! It’s time to go,” he shouted, but the wind blew his words away and his friend couldn’t hear a single one of them.
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