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I shoved away from the breakfast table tumbling out the door. I ran full speed down the block. As I reached Cris’s house I yelled, “ Cris hurry up.” Hold your horses I am coming”, Cris replied in a smart mouth tone of voice. Bennett heard us hollering back and forth, he ran outside breakfast in hand after all it was 7 in the morning! When Bennett came out he looked determined to do what we planned to do for a long time. Cris picked up a bag of tools and we walked toward the tracks. Today we were going to see if we could find a place to make the clubhouse. As we approached the tracks we knew Mr. Smith would be waiting for us. “Shhhh, The last thing we need is to get caught.” Cris exclaimed. “Run I hear him,” I yelled! Then we heard the creaking of the door and out came Mr. Smith, we ran as fast as are legs could carry us up the hill toward the tracks. He Yelled, “ Next time I catch you I will call the cops! “That was a close one”, Bennett exclaimed. Huffing and puffing we started to walk along the tracks. “ There look, that’s a perfect spot”, Bennett said. “ Ok looks like are job is done lets wait till tomorrow and wait to build.” Max said. We all walked home together anxious for the next day.

There was no wood anywhere the next morning we started to give up but then turned the corner. And we saw a pile of wood outside this mans house. We went up to his door and asked if we could use his wood. He must have known what we were doing because he smiled ear to ear and told us yes.