By the time the sun began to poke its way back into the sky Friday morning, Winnie knew she couldn't sit there churning any longer. So, when the spotlights snapped off outside, and the blazing yellow glow inside the treehouse dimmed, Winnie pressed the balls of her feet gently against the loft steps, getting ready.
the time the sun to poke its way back into the sky knew she sit there churning any the snapped off and the yellow glow the treehouse dimmed, pressed the balls of her feet gently the loft
