The Whisper Tree

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Willow loved climbing trees more than anything. But lately, even her tallest tree felt too small. She sat on her favorite branch, wishing for something new.

"I've climbed every branch," she sighed. The old oak tree seemed to shiver. Its leaves rustled, though there was no wind at all.

She pressed her ear against the bark. "Are you trying to tell me something?" The tree felt warm under her hands, almost like it was breathing.