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It was all she could do not to sigh audibly as the tree shuddered in anticipation. He couldn’t know that she was there, looking at what he had accomplished. The rings sparkled in the sunlight as they danced with the summer breeze, letting her see the engravings quite clearly. The one nearest to her read ‘Madagascar’ and she wondered what it was that he had accomplished there. Maybe he had rid a village of a man eating monster like he did a few months ago in Morocco. That’s one of the newer rings, hung close to the bottom branch. Or maybe he had rescued a little boy from the deadly coils of an anaconda like in Brazil. That was a very old adventure, told by the ring 100 feet directly over her head.
She glanced backwards quickly and with no sign of her brother pulled a tarnished ring from the folds of her skirt. She touched the engraving lightly, allowing her fingers to follow the grooved lines. Tiptoeing, she placed her ring on the lowest branch and pushed it slightly, making it sway like the others.
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