Main street of the little town of Good runs along a wide tree-lined river. In autumn, the leaves drop orange, red, and gold into the river. Temperatures are comfortable. Grapes purple on vines. Every yard has raised garden beds. People and deer walk the clean paths through parks. They enter little shops with peaked roofs. Dogs run alongside them and play together. Brilliant sunrises and sunsets charm visitors. Apples crispen pink, yellow, green on well-watered trees. They taste sweet and tart. People swim in the cool and slow river Good. Walkways winds through the valley.
Miss Emeline Traveler nods and smiles, “This is a favorite places. Lots of land. Lots of space.”
She takes an apple from a nearby tree and bites in.
The capitol Happy holds many festivals. There are always farmer’s markets on Happy Street beside Good river. The Happy shops sell coconut ice cream and apple pies and tarts and figurines of dogs and deer. The shop cats like to play with the figurines and each other. The shops also sell very old and well-cared for things.
In this Happy pedestrian place, beautiful trees with red bark, gnarled roots, and tangled limbs grow and drop their golden leaves into the Good river to slowly float away. The Happy air smells of mums and maple. On some festival days candles light the river pathway which everyone walks. Deer frolic in the streets. One takes an apple from a little girl’s raised hand.
Miss Emeline Traveler nods and smiles, “This is a favorite places. Lots of land. Lots of space.”
She takes an apple from a nearby tree and bites in.
The capitol Happy holds many festivals. There are always farmer’s markets on Happy Street beside Good river. The Happy shops sell coconut ice cream and apple pies and tarts and figurines of dogs and deer. The shop cats like to play with the figurines and each other. The shops also sell very old and well-cared for things.
In this Happy pedestrian place, beautiful trees with red bark, gnarled roots, and tangled limbs grow and drop their golden leaves into the Good river to slowly float away. The Happy air smells of mums and maple. On some festival days candles light the river pathway which everyone walks. Deer frolic in the streets. One takes an apple from a little girl’s raised hand.
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