He looked in all directions at everything he could see. The moonlight on the roof and the white chimney; the silhouette of the rooftops across the road; Mark Thompson's rooftop. Even the white gravel road was glowing. It didn't look hard and full of stones. It looked like a fluffy blanket. Danny didn't want to get off the bridge. He lay down on his back as if it were a hammock. He kept a firm grip on the rope and stared up at the stars. This was a magical world. This was Danny Allen's place. Danny Allen lives in Mundowie with his family and his dog, Tippy. For such a small town, there's always lots of things to do: tobogganing on the sand dunes near the haunted house; building tree houses in the back yard; and trying to kick a football over the roof of the Mundowie Institute Hall. If only the man from the bank would stop bothering his parents, life would be perfect.
"He looked in all directions at everything he could see. The moonlight on the roof and the white chimney; the silhouette of the rooftops across the road; Mark Thompson's rooftop. Even the white gravel road was glowing. It didn't look hard and full of stones. It looked like a fluffy blanket. Danny didn't want to get off the bridge. He lay down on his back as if it were a hammock. He kept a firm grip on the rope and stared up at the stars. This was a magical world. This was Danny Allen's place. Danny Allen lives in Mundowie with his family and his dog, Tippy. For such a small town, there's always lots of things to do: tobogganing on the sand dunes near the haunted house; building tree houses in the back yard; and trying to kick a football over the roof of the Mundowie Institute Hall. If only the man from the bank would stop bothering his parents, life would be perfect."@en
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