The Treehouse

"Amazing isn't it?"
"Better than anything I've ever seen!"
Can this really be happening, my very own (secret) hideout?
Donna and Zach climbed up into the trees of the forest not far from their house.
Every day they would go and play in the woods, but not until recently did they stumble across the hidden treehouse.
For some time, they cleaned the treehouse and made it spotless, in case any visitors stopped by.
"Gregory!" called Zach in mocking tone when Donna mentioned inviting him to play.
"How come I've never met him?" inquired Zach at Donna's silence.
"It didn't concern you," retorted Donna as she brushed dirt off the floor and out into the forest.
Just then, a gust of wind flew through the treehouse, causing Donna to shiver at the now chilly air and realize it was time to head home.
"Kleptomaniac!" Zach called after her as she snagged his coat and jumped out of the tree.
"Liar!"
"Maybe I'll tell Gregory about your little infatuation!"
"No, please don't!"
Obviously the bickering was getting them no where so they decided to walk home in silence.
Perhaps it was the snow that began falling or the silence, that Donna hated so much, but Donna decided she wouldn't quite like her brother to freeze so she returned his coat.
"Quit being so quiet, it's not like you Zach," she said as she draped the coat around his shoulders.
"Right, I'm the one who's never quiet!"
"Stop it, now you're shouting."
"That's you're fault, you took my coat and now I'm freezing.
Unless we get home soon I might just die of hypothermia!"
"Very well, we better run."
"Why, I hate running," complained Zach as they both picked up the pace to a jog.
"Xanthodont!"
"Yellow teeth, really that's harsh!"
"Zachary, you should brush your teeth when we get home," mocked Donna as the made their way through the forest for the last time that day.