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The Wylder Valley
Charlie watched as the fading sunset stimulated crows to begin their nightly roosting ritual in the tree tops. William and Rowley Weasel stood by the wooden bridge, immersed in deep conversation. His thoughts turned to the mystical rabbit, who, long ago discovered a Moonbeam Tree in the forest. His daughters, like their mother, enjoyed the story.
'Everything I have and know, everyone I love and know is here,' he thought. 'I have to make up my mind tonight.'
