Bong, bong, bong. The alarm was piercing his ears. "I gotta get out of here fast. The cops are going to be here soon, and I can't let anyone see me." As Beany peeked through the branches of the big oak tree he was hiding in, he saw someone running in the distance. "I wonder if they saw me. I can't take that chance," he said to himself.

--Brenda Weaver

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