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Mikaela marched herself and her ax to the next tree. Wait. Was that a whimper? Glancing up, she saw a hollowing between the trunk and a branch. Using a few logs to stand on, she climbed up and peered inside. The eyes of two baby raccoons stared back at her. She sighed and shook her head as she climbed down. She removed another ribbon from her backpack and marched back to the coons’ tree. She certainly couldn’t harvest this one either. Stopping to drink a bottle of water, she texted Dad. How goes it over there? Her dad’s reply was short – Mikaela knew he hated to text. Almost done. Yours? Mikaela glanced up. There seemed to be a whole lot of ribbons and not many felled trees. She worried her lip and responded. Not quite there yet. MIKAELA! Before she could text back, she heard her dad trudging through the brush over the hill, ax in hand. As soon as he appeared, Mikaela started to defend herself. Instead, her dad doubled over with laughter. “Micky.” He tried to catch his breath. “The forest looks beautiful, sweetie, but, at this rate, we’ll never be able to cut a whole cord!”
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