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 began to poke its way back the sky knew she sit there churning any the spotlights snapped off and the yellow inside the treehouse pressed the of her feet gently against the loft steps,
