Ash wasn’t even out of breath. Bluette gave him a sour look. He pulled on a small branch and a ladder made of rope tumbled down from the top of the giant oak.
“Your bower is up there?”
“Yes.” He raised his eyebrows and looked at the ladder.
“I can’t climb that-- I’m bun. Long feet!” She thumped a foot for emphasis.
“I’ll be right behind you.
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