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What an adventure! As she lay awake in herbed, she thought of the glory and triumph of telling everyone the secret of where the heron hid. Sylvia knew her mother and her quests were fast asleep so she crept out of the house and followed the path through the woods. The air was filled with the sleepy songs of half-awakened birds. There was the huge tree, seeming to sleep in the fading moonlight. Sylvia bravely began to climb, the blood racing through her veins, her bare hands and feet gripping the bark. First she had to climb the oak tree that grew alongside. Sylvia felt her way easily. She had often climbed there before, and knew that higher up one of the oak's upper branches rubbed against the pine trunk. When she reached it, the way was harder than she had thought. The sharp twigs scratched her and the sticky pine sap made her little fingers clumsy and stiff.