Once Upon A Time,
There was a boy named Nowar. He wasn't a baby or a little kid, but he wasn't a grown-up or a big kid either. He lived in a big white house with his Mommy and Daddy, and he went to a school called Budsurry.
One day, when the sun was shining through the trees, and it was warm out, but not too hot, Nowar was at Budsurry school. He was playing all by himself, as he liked to. There were nice kids at Budsurry, but Nowar liked to play alone sometimes, just him and his imagination. Anyway, all his friends were inside on this particular day, playing video games. So Nowar was all by himself in the playground, telling himself a story.
Nora was so busy with his story that he didn't see the tree root, lurking out from the pine needles and fallen leaves, just high enough to catch a foot on. He was at a very exciting part of his story, where the Space Warriors spaceplanes were about to fly through hyperspace to the fare-off Trog system. Nowar was running through the playground, pretending that he was an X-71 spaceplane, flown by Space Warrior #1, when his foot got caught on that pernicious tree root, and Nowar went flying headlong, landing with a bump and a thump. His palms stung, and he'd scratched his arm, and he had pine needles in his pants and in his hair, but he didn't seem to be really hurt. Nowar thought about crying, but he decided not to, and just said "Oh Phooey!" instead. He looked around; there were no other kids in the playground, and no-one had seen him fall.
Nowar was just about to pick himself up and go on with his Space Warrior story, when he noticed something curious, something he'd never seen before. At the base of the big oak tree, mostly covered with old leaves and fern leaves, there was a small opening the ground, a little stone cave, just the right size for a small boy to squeeze through.
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