A boy stands near the tree I am hiding behind. I hadn't seen him sneak up, but here he is now, as still and pale as a statue. He looks around ten, my age and has curly blond hair like a cherub and piercing clear blue eyes. He wears dungarees and a dark green top. He isn't wearing any shoes, his feet are black with filth. He is very skinny, his arms are fragile twigs. To my amazement he slowly walks over to my trap and with the grace of a dove and picks up the carrot I have placed there. He walks quietly round my trap and stops when he comes to face my rabbit, who hasn't moved. He bends over and holds out the carrot for it. Slowly but surly my rabbit edges its was towards the carrot until its nuzzle is in the boys palm. I have to pinch myself to make sure that I'm not dreaming. As my rabbit begins to nibble on the carrot I nearly gasp. When it has finished, it hops off and the boy snatches up my scarf, spraying dirt and leaves everywhere and follows it. I wait till the boy is in the distance, then I run after him.
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One Summer
Short Story10 year old Jackie expects to spend her long summer days alone, until she meets a mysterious boy with no voice in the woods one day. The two of them strike up an unusual friendship and Jackie experiences her best summer yet. But will it last...?
