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>One of the most notable landmarks of Echo Creek was — quite predictably — the small creek which traversed the town park.
>If it ever had possessed a specific designation, once, it had been long lost since: nowadays, it was simply called ‘the Park Creek’. But the populace was indeed quite fond of that old creek, so much so, that in time, the local administration had decided to name the park itself after it: it was called the ‘Echo Creek Park Creek Park’.
>During a recent refurbishment of said park, there had to be some sort of a mishap with the contractors, who clearly were from out of town… Well, long story short: instead of ‘Park Creek’, the signs which designated the water course in several spots currently read:
>‘Echo Creek Park Creek Park Creek’.
>Curiously enough, you’d been hard pressed to find any decent echo spots, around the place.
>Marco Diaz certainly found it all pretty ironic.
>All excited, his friend Star Butterfly pointed to a nice clearing among the bushes.
>“That is the PERFECT spot!” she declared.
>“I don’t know…” the boy replied, with a grimace: “you can’t even see the creek, from here!”
>“Sure you can: it’s over there, see?” Star indicated.
>After Marco laid down the picnic basket, he tried looking from the specific spot his best friend was standing on: but even from there, it took him almost a minute, to finally catch the faintest glimmer of the running water.
>“Told ya!” Star grinned toward her unamused ‘bestie’.
>“Alriiiight…” Marco replied, amenably: “Let’s set up here, then. I’m really starving, right now!”
>The boy was in exceptionally good mood: he was finding that little outing of theirs quite a refreshing change from the usual.