Little Nero walked along the edge of the forest, examining every little thing he came across. The forest was huge, trees toward over him like silent sentinels. A gently breeze rustled the leaves, and cared the sweet smell of spring. He picked up a stick, swinging it to mimic the movements he had seen people in town do with their swords.
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