It Must be Erosion
Once you have finished eating the last of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and the chips upon your plate are reduced to a pile of crumbs, you must venture with me into the backyard. I have something very important to show you.
Here, through the space inbetween these trees is the easiest way out into the woods, after that it opens up a bit. Whack that little pricker bush with your stick, would you? Itís really quite a nuisance. Past the large bush weíll go, but not out to the pine trees. That means we have gone too far. Just over there is a rock. See it? Itís huge, isnít it? If you search around the bottom with you brothers you can find little nuts and rocks. You can use those as currency see, trade them for other valuable items if you wish. That small hollow in the rock will serve quite well, I think, as a holder for your valuables. No, donít put them up on the top of the rock, thatís your older brothers spot. He is the king of the rock, after all. Personally I think that the bottom of the rock is better. Harder for the squirrels to get at, and itís less of a climb.
It seems as if your twin brother has some sort of oddly shaped root. Iíll bet if you trade him three nuts and two smooth rocks he will give it to you. Hmmm. It looks like a mountain climbers tool. You know, the big one that they smash into the ice to get a better grip. Now you can climb up to your older brother with the help of your climbers tool. There is a much better view up here, but he has far more trinkets than you. Better climb down and find some more. You have until it gets dark out, but before you go back in I must warn you about something. Theres a chance that you might come back in a couple years. It will be your last visit before Grandma and Papa sell their house. They will be moving to and old persons home, because grandma is developing a case of Lewy Body Dementia. Be cautious, because you just might look out that back window and remember. And you just might wander back to the big rock for old times sake. But there is a chance that somehow the rock has shrunk quite a bit, and no longer looks nearly as interesting as it used to. How peculiar.