Fluffy clung to the spindly top branches, swaying with the wind.
'There she is.' Annette, Bob and the other man were standing at the foot of the tree looking up and pointing.
'How do we get her down?'
'She'll come by herself - when she's hungry.'
Fluffy stayed where she was. Annette kept on calling, but Fluffy would not move from her perch. She was scared of the dogs. The wind howled and shrieked in the treetops.
Darkness came with more wind and rain. It was a long night. Fluffy was wet and co...
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