The field was teeming with life: spiders spinning silken webs; grasshoppers chirruping on tall blades of grass; butterflies fluttering from flower to flower. But no-one stopped to look. Instead all eyes were looking upwards to where small clouds were drifting silently across the grey sky. One little boy scrambled eagerly onto the hedge for a better view. And then the sky grew darker as the moon passed in front of the sun. Grasshoppers grew silent and birds stopped singing as the shadow of night raced across the field. The wind held its breath and everything was still; night had arrived in the middle of the day.
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