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I was walking down the street. Down it, but it wasn't a hill.

My knees were inside it, and sinking, so I was walking down it.

I saw a rock.

I picked it up and threw it.

It landed on the road of the grass in the side.

I kept walking.

I bumped into a tree.

I said

"Tree, you are in the road."

It said

"           ."

Then, I looked at the roof of a nearby

BUILD

ING.

It was red.