The green trees stood proudly in the sea of bright young grass. No human footsteps had ever crossed the path, no harsh boot prints had pressed the flowers. Only the squirrels skittered happily, gathering their nuts gratefully from the giving trees, who graced their arms down to them to let them pick enough for a feast. All the animals lived in harmony, the forest had known no death. It was always bright there, even in the night. The faeries danced, the small crickets played a sweet song, the little birds chirped greetings, and the whole forest lived in entire happiness.
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