It was a dark and stormy night (or maybe a dorky night), suddenly a shot rang out! Hillary! had saved the trees! It was where she belonged. A baby sparrow flew from it's nest and landed on her shoulder. She sighed and the rest of her friends saw the deer in the clearing. Could it be Bambi returning from his jaunt with Thumper? If only she could have hopped with them.
Boy this book sounds better and better all the time.