hmmm, let me ask chat gpt to write a 2000 word max story and ill copy and paste it here, lets see if it has wide margins.
In the heart of Elmwood Park, where the trees were thick and the ground was carpeted in leaves of every autumnal hue, lived a squirrel named Hazel. She was a small, scrappy squirrel with bright eyes and a love for hoarding acorns. Hazel’s days were mostly spent scurrying up and down trees, stuffing her cheeks, and playfully chattering at the other squirrels. She’d never thought much about companionship; after all, she had her nest and her stash of nuts—what more could she need?
That changed one crisp November morning.
Hazel was chasing a particularly elusive acorn when she noticed a flicker of movement in the tree across from her. She stopped, mid-chase, acorn forgotten, and squinted her eyes to get a better look. There, high up in the tallest oak, was a squirrel she’d never seen before.
He was larger than the other squirrels, with a sleek coat that caught the morning sun. His fur was an unusual gray with a hint of red around the edges, and he moved with a grace that Hazel hadn’t seen before. He was bounding across the branches with ease, even casually pausing to pluck an acorn from a twig as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
Hazel, whose entire life had been spent scrabbling for each and every acorn, was captivated. She decided, right then and there, that she had to meet him.
The only problem was, Hazel was painfully shy. She was always the squirrel watching from the sidelines, never the one to make the first move. But something about this stranger stirred a bravery in her she didn’t know she had.
That afternoon, Hazel found herself clambering up the tall oak where she’d seen him. She climbed higher and higher, her heart pounding as she imagined what she’d say when she finally met him. But when she reached the top, he was nowhere to be found. Disappointed, Hazel sat on a branch, nibbling on a stray acorn she’d picked up on the way, wondering if she’d missed her chance.
As she sat there, lost in thought, a voice startled her.
“Is that acorn taken?”
Hazel spun around, and there he was, perched on the branch above her, looking down with a mischievous glint in his eye. She nearly choked on her acorn, but managed to squeak, “No, no—plenty more where that came from!”
The stranger leapt down to her branch, his movements smooth and fluid. Up close, Hazel could see that his fur was even more beautiful than she’d imagined, and his eyes were a bright, piercing green. He introduced himself as Alder, a squirrel who’d recently come to Elmwood from the next park over.
They chatted easily, Hazel forgetting her usual shyness. Alder told her stories of his adventures leaping across the wide gaps between trees, of the time he’d found a secret stash of pecans left by a careless human, and of his dream to one day explore the Great Oak at the edge of the park—a tree so tall it was said you could see the whole world from its top.
For the first time, Hazel felt her world expanding beyond her small nest and her acorn pile. She found herself laughing and even chattering excitedly about her own small adventures.
The days turned colder, and Hazel and Alder spent more time together, gathering acorns and huddling close to keep warm. Hazel had never felt so comfortable with anyone before. There was something about Alder that made her feel braver, more alive.
One day, as they sat side by side on a branch, Alder turned to her, his expression unusually serious.
“Hazel,” he began, his voice soft, “I think you should come with me to the Great Oak.”
Hazel’s heart skipped a beat. She’d heard about the Great Oak all her life, but she’d never thought of actually going there. It was too far, too risky. And yet, as she looked into Alder’s bright green eyes, she felt a thrill of excitement.
So, with a little persuasion, Hazel agreed. They set out the very next morning.
The journey was long and filled with challenges. They had to leap across wide gaps, dodge swooping birds, and find shelter from unexpected gusts of wind. But through it all, Alder stayed close to her side, encouraging her and making her laugh when things got tough.
Finally, as the sun began to set, they reached the Great Oak. It was taller and grander than Hazel had ever imagined. The branches were thick and sturdy, and the bark had deep grooves that seemed to hold the secrets of the forest.
“Come on,” Alder said, nudging her forward. “Let’s go to the top.”
They climbed together, branch after branch, until they finally reached the highest point. Hazel gasped at the view before her. She could see the entire park, the river winding through it, and the faint glow of the city lights beyond. It was breathtaking.
For a moment, they sat in silence, taking in the beauty around them. Then, Alder turned to her, his eyes soft.
“Hazel,” he murmured, “I never thought I’d find someone like you. You’re brave, funny, and… you make me feel like I’m home.”
Hazel felt her cheeks heat up, but she didn’t look away. “I feel the same,” she whispered.
They stayed there, watching the sunset together, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with the setting sun.
In the days that followed, Hazel and Alder built a cozy nest together high up in the branches of the Great Oak. They spent their days gathering acorns, playing tag through the trees, and curling up together as the cold wind blew through the branches.
For the first time in her life, Hazel felt like she had found not just a partner but a home—a place where she belonged, high up in the trees, with the squirrel she loved by her side.
It doesnt. Interesting. It does look like story B used google docs. Which means story b was written but in something like google docs, or they copy and pasted something from chatgpt into a google doc (maybe to edit it a bit before posting it here).
