Bare and Hare

As the journey began the crunchy,papery leaves were falling,Beaneth the branches folwing the gentle widing path.The bare was trudging.Condently the Bare was holding Hare on his hairy back.Soon the Bare felt ice on his nose.Hare looked at Bare sadly.

“i am so sad that you have to go said hare”.                         ”  Its that time of year said hare”.

There Bear has gone to hibonate.

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