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We were stuck on the swings at Hershey Park and everyone was beginning to complain. There was a middle-aged woman with her two kids who were starting to pick on each other. The woman’s youngest child was a six-year-old boy with orange hair and freckles that covered his nose and cheeks. He wore black glasses and had blue eyes. His older brother, who was fifteen, had blonde hair just like his mother’s but he resembled his younger brother in a way that he had the same freckles and the same color eyes. With all the waiting going on, the boy’s irritation with each other started to grow excessively. It got to the point when the youngest boy, who was named Michael, yelled over to his brother “It is your fault Josh that we are stuck here. I should …show more content…

Dad did not check the tires before we left like he usually does.” “Boys, stop trying to put blame on each other. Did I never tell you the story of a town where there was a group of people, who thought they were trying to do some good in the world? But when they blamed a person they thought had committed the crime they ended up blaming the wrong person.” “No.” “Then listen to the story and maybe you will learn not to blame each other.”

In a small village where nothing exciting ever happened. There had never been any crimes and no police force until one fateful event almost destroyed the whole town. This day was like no other day. It was as if a spell had been cast over the town. The sky was purple and the sun was a bright orange. The people of the town were scared for their lives. Nothing bad ever happened around there not until a body had shown up in a field not too far from the great old oak tree. A group of settlers who were traveling from a kingdom that had fallen corrupt had planted the tree over 200 years ago. The tree was a place of worship and a place of refuge. The tree was a symbol of the community’s newfound

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