“y’know, usually signs like that mean you shouldn’t enter.” the call came from a nearby tree. cricket had propped himself up between the branches, back leaned against the trunk and a book clutched in one hand. he’d stayed quiet and unnoticed at first, watching, but then the stranger had neared the gate and he had to say something. he shifted to one side to point at the sign on the gate, which helpfully stated: ‘NO TRESPASSING. DO NOT ENTER.’
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