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BUNNIE
The alder grove pretty much emulated what I was feeling: it swayed back and forth, blown on a breeze. In my case, the gentle wind of a new and improved version of my friendship with Zeke, where we were exploring each other's naughty level and seeing where it led. In the trees’ case, actual breeze. I wondered if we were about to embark on another kind of mischief.
I loved this spot on the property and was happy to be able to show it to Zeke while at the same time wondering if they would make his fingers itchy to grab his chainsaw.
"Look up," I said.
He stood on the trail beside me, and we both bent our necks back to watch the slender-trunked trees dance in the breeze above us. It was amazing how far they could sway back and forth as one, so that they truly looked as if they w
