Native bush
Swish swish. The rubbish sitting there bored as heck. Nothing to do but watch Jofie do Roley Poleys down the hill on the damp ground. "I got, I got, I got, options!" come a voice I didn't recognise. Walking on the sharp stones, nothing to protect my feet from the pain. "Ok, I've got my five things ready!" Olly screeches. I look down and see a lonely piece of bark, like the rubbish waiting for something to happen.
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