"This one's even heavier than the last one!" Josh complained.
A tree had fallen down in the little wood. Josh's uncle Louie had sawed it to move the trunk off the path. Then he had cut the trunk into several short cylinders. Josh immediately thought they would be nice to sit on.
"C'mon, almost there," Jess encourage him.
They had rolled three wooden cylinders up the path, and were now carrying the last one into their little fort in the woods.
"Look, it's perfect!" Jess said, as they positioned their new stools.
Josh nodded. Three little seats, perfect for their club, but too short for adults.
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