The Danger Of Pollution: A Short StoryThe blues matched up perfectly, making it impossible to tell the difference between the lake and the sky.That day, we ventured deeper into the forest than we ever imagined we would. My parents had always told us remain within sight of my backyard, in case one of us tripped and scraped up our knees. But we weren’t in my backyard anymore. And we didn’t care how battered and bruised our legs became. We didn’t mean to disobey my parents that afternoon. But I told him that I saw a garden snake and I wanted