Trees became more numerous, and the forests beside the road were dark and thick with mystery.
They saw streams more frequently now and stopped often to drink.
Jonas carefully washed his injured knees, wincing as he rubbed at the raw flesh.
The constant ache of his swollen ankle was eased when he soaked it occasionally in the cold water that rushed through roadside gullies.
He was newly aware that Gabriel’s safety depended entirely upon his own continued strength.
They saw their first waterfall, and for the first time wildlife.
“Plane! Plane!” Gabriel called, and Jonas turned swiftly into the trees, though he had not seen planes in days,
and he did not hear an aircraft engine now.
When he stopped the bicycle in the shrubbery and turned to grab Gabe, he saw the small chubby arm pointing toward the sky.
Terrified, he looked up, but it was not a plane at all. Though he had never seen one before,
he identified it from his fading memories, for The Giver had given them to him often.
It was a bird. Soon there were many birds along the way, soaring overhead, calling.
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