Bob Bounces Back

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Bob bounced before breakfast. He bounced after breakfast. He bounced so much that the grass remembered the shape of his feet. But this morning, something was different. This morning, Bob bounced higher than he ever had before — and kept going.

Up he went, past the top of the garden wall. Up past the tallest sunflower. The wind tasted cold and bright, like biting into an apple. “Whoa,” said Bob. Just that. Just whoa. Then he started to come down — but not where he expected.

Bob landed with a BWONG in the middle of the Old Hollow Tree. It was dark inside. It smelled like rain and old wood and something alive. Leaves clung to his arms like small green hands. “Well,” said Bob. “This is new.”