Mateo lived in a small, cozy hut at the bottom of a big, rolling hill. The sun felt very warm and kind on his face every morning. He did not have any fancy toys with buttons or lights. He did not have any colorful books or soft rugs. Instead, he had a little bird made of old, smooth wood. Mateo ran through the tall, golden grass with his arms wide open. He laughed at the big, blue sky that seemed to go on forever. The whole green world was his very big playground. He felt very lucky and very happy in his home. He chased the fast wind and sang songs to the wild flowers. Everything felt like a beautiful, golden dream to him. He loved the smell of the wet earth after the rain. He loved the happy sound of the real birds in the trees. Mateo was a boy with a very big heart and a very big smile. He skipped along the dusty path near his house. He found a small, shiny stone in the dirt. He put the stone in his deep pocket. He was ready for a brand new adventure today.
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