If only Leroy had distracted the guards a bit longer, they would have made it over the fence to freedom.
Leroy had warned them to wait for nightfall before storming the fence, but they didn’t listen.
Leroy said the grass was greener on the other side, but some had been behind bars so long it had begun to grow on them.
Leroy gave up on helping the captive trees and went back to the greener grass.
What Rhymes with Stanza? 
No way! How old is that fence!? Are you familiar with The Tales of Harris Burdick by Chris Van Allburg? This is a perfect fit!!
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I’m not familiar with that. I’ll have to look it up. I took those photos 3 weeks ago, and since then, the trees have all been cut back. Hard to imagine how long they had been growing there. And how they managed to “get away with it” so long without being pruned.
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I hope the pruner isn’t one of your WP followers!!
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Maybe I alerted the pruner to the escape plan? Nah. I bet it was Leroy who spilled the beans.
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Nice images!
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Thank you!
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