crunch! we walked through the gloomy pine trees of the Mountion pirongia. "were is the track." I asked myself . Iheard mouning ahead a stream. the cold water soked my feet as I scrambeled across the the stream and up the muddy bank. "no!" I yelled an other stream and hour later we were truging up and down a long mountion biking track "watch out!" somone yelled. whiss a biker zoomed passed
a while later we were finnished
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