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               It was a brisk and gentle morning here in the Alabamian mountains. The leaves all around me were falling to the ground, with no sence of rythm to it at all. The wind was soft and made the leaves rattle on the ground which strangely reminded me of what its like to be back home, in my woods. The trees were high in the sky and seemed to lean over me, as if they were watching me. I could hear the pine cones break under my foot with a loud "crack". The strong smell of pine washed over me and i got a starnge feeling of warmth and calmness.
         I felt as if eyes were on me, I quickly turned around  startled at the sight of a branch moving quite rapidly. I took a step back as saftey procaution. I stared at the branch in awe at the sight of a giant squirrel with huge eyes soaring through the sky at an alarming rate. He had accalerated to fast and went head first right into a tree dropping the nut that he had been carrying. At this point I couldnt controll the urge to laugh. This alerted the squirrel of my presence and he took off with a "Zoom" and I never saw him again.