"There's the tree." She nodded to it. It was hard to miss. Something about the absolutely massive climber that she had chosen was just so stately. It's lower branches were possibly as thick as two feet in diameter and it shot up more than sixty feet and spread out more than twice that wide. It's fleshy diner plate sized leaves trembled and it's dozens of thick vines swayed as a breeze passed through it. In the branches it was easy to spot the hammocks. One made out of a hot pink, orange and red geometrick pattern. One made out of a forest green quilt and up in the branches she could see Bazzer tying the vines that would support the hammock he was making out of her duvet cover. At least I get to keep my pillow, she thought dejectedly.