One night, a small boy quietly stood up from his bed, put on his wool sweater and trousers, took his wooden recorder and carefully exited his apartment without making too much noise. The boy didn't want to wake up his parents. He climbed down the stairs to the bottom floor of his apartment building, quietly opened the door, and quickly ran barefoot into the surrounding forrest. He knew exactly where he was going, and had no trouble placing his steps, as the full moon was high and the sky was clear.
He ran towards to the nearest hill top, and he felt so alive. He was going to...
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