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Oliver walked with Nelson until the trees thinned out. He enjoyed the trees in the morning sun as its golden rays poked their way towards the ground. Mossy stones lined their way here and there, and the snapping of twigs on the forest floor told him of the activity that was happening all around them.
Here, in this forest, spring had well and truly arrived. He saw mice rushing through the long grass. He saw rabbits hop across the trail before him. He saw mushrooms growing upon the decaying remains of a fallen tree. And twice, did he see a deer come close enough that he and Nelson might have walked into them, had the great white beast not snorted a warning, and sent the creatures scampering away.
