In Douglas Park at the center of a busy city, trees sway in the slight breeze. Cars whiz by around the park, pigeons and different birds eat from a spilled lunch beside a bench. Two boys playfully skip rocks on a nearby pond. A mother happily pushes her child in a stroller around the park. A dad gives his son a talk and says,
"I am proud of you, son, for helping your mother make lunch today."
"Thank you," says his son.
The two walk together down a sidewalk that bends to the left, then to the right, and then crosses a bridge. Ducks swim underneath the bridge. Finally, the dad and his son went back home, and the kids who had been skipping rocks had left, and the mom with her stroller was gone too. Even the ducks that swam under the bridge were nowhere to be found. Everyone had left the park since a thunderstorm was approaching. Crack! Lightning struck a tree. It struck the top all the way down to the trunk, making the whole tree completely charred. Then, with one final groan, the tree fell on a bench. The thunderstorm lasted one whole hour. After it died down, the park was a mess. Branches were everywhere. After the sun came out, maintenance personnel came to clean up the park. After that, people started to come back. Two boys were skipping rocks on a pond; the mom was back, pushing her child in the stroller. The dad and his son were on a bench eating dinner together. The ducks were back as well. The park was alive again.
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