Being the energetic, imaginative 10 year old you are, it'd be hard for you NOT to attack the snow. You run out into the snow, and begins kicking at it. "Stupid snow!" You stomp around, stomping on the ground harder. You don't notice the amount of energy your giving off, and you continue attacking falling snowflakes. You keep swipping at the snow till not even the fastest little snowflack could land in your facinity. You continue to burn off all your child-like energy, and fall back into the snow. "I gotta find something to do." You think hard, realizing that your grandma wasn't going to come home for awhile. You were responible for keeping up with your training, and keeping the house well-mentained. You finnaly realize that it was extremly cold, letting out a powerful sneeze. "I'm gonna get sick if I stay out in the cold." You scurry back to your small house, and rummage through the firewood. You quickly light a nice, warm fire. "I wish grandma was here to make me hot chocolate." You don't cry, but you're extremly ambitious at finding something to do.
It takes you awhile to warm up, and you decide to go ice-fishing. You grab the coat Grandma made for you, and run back into the icy cold weather. You dash down the lane, heading toward the lake. You passed some of the wildlife, seeing the monkeys jumping above the trees. Of course you're ADHD distracts you from your destination. "Wait up, I'm bored too" You climb up the tree, racing for the top. You looked to see that the monkey children were a good ways in front of you. "Come on, stop!" You start to jump through the trees, swinging from branch to branch. You happily crawl around tree trunks, and wave to the monkies mothers. They start to screech, and you mimic they're sounds. "Don't worry miss Beanbag, I'll make sure Jonny dousn't get in any trouble!" The monkey pays no mind to you, and you hurry your pace toward them.
As you get them more in your sight, you jump toward a high branch. As you make your grab, you start to tumble forward. You barrel toward a large tree trunk, realizing that it'll hurt a lot if you hit. You turn slightly to the left, preparing for your next move. You unravel your monkey tail, dispite your grandmother's spite toward the member. You're alread acustomed to your own tails control, and it wraps as much as it can around the trunk. It does enable you to twirl around the trunk, building speed as you circled the tree. You unravailed your tail, and flew upward. You were able to grab a tree limb, but you were already past the dangerous development. "I gotta catch up with Jonny and the gang," you yell as you continue sailing through the trees with your tail completly frailing, as if nothing happened!
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