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His head was shaking, he was rocking like a boat on the waves. But he stubbornly took his couple of steps and crawled back to gain strength in order to try again after a while. And every day the legs obeyed better and better. Even the grandfather grunted approvingly at his efforts.

When Cres was strong enough to feel more or less confident on his own two feet, he moved towards the exit from this stuffy hole, opened the door and almost collapsed from a sharp gust of wind. In front of the house was a small wooden platform with a rope fence up to the waist. And a sea of ​​yellowing leaves.

Already by some sixth sense, he realized that his eyes did not deceive him. Having driven the top of the head into the lintel, - now there will also be a bump! – he hesitantly approached the fence and looked down. A new gust of wind and an explosive rustle of leaves forced him to retreat.

It turned out that the hut was conveniently located high in the branches of a giant ref, resembling a bee hive. It
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