The Favourite Swing

Happily, Mia and Oona ran to the old swing. The tree, that the swing hung from, looked like a piece of broccoli. THUD, a branch from the tree fell onto the grassy ground.                                 “How did that happen?” asked Oona suspiciously. Mia didn’t answer because she felt so unsteady.


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