James stepped out of the shed, his fear evaporating but leaving behind a strong sense of resolve. He was determined to show the neighborhood the truth. The old woman had been misunderstood for far too long. He couldn’t let her be painted as a witch when she was simply struggling to survive.
The next morning, when James met his friends at the park, he was eager to tell them about what he had discovered. “I went inside the shed,” he said, his voice full of excitement. “It’s not what we thought. It’s like something out of a fairy tale—a beautiful, peaceful place.”