Bart was suddenly overtaken by Homer's car, which was flying away at top speed.
"Where's he going?" Bart thought. He looked in his rear mirror and saw Flanders sigh and go up to the Simpsons house. Bart wasn't very smart, but he quickly realized that Homer was running from Flanders.
The weather was heating up. There was no escape from the sun overhead. At least there wasn't for hatless people, such as Bart. He had taken off riding that morning with the objective of exploring the town, but the heat made him reconsider what he was doing. He saw a few hundred yards ahead of him, the road to the Springfield Forest. Its thick tree canopy would keep the ground and air beneath it relatively cool.
He rode up the street,and turned down the dirt track into the Springfield forest. He had ridden through here before, but that was in the Spring, and the forest was full of people. But the summer was too hot, and now the forest was abandoned, Bart was free, and that's how he liked it.
He rode along the dirt path, when suddenly he noticed something he had never noticed before - a small, tiny path going off into the woods. He decided that rather than the route he usually rode, he would take this small, one person wide one. Without thinking about who or what could of made such a path, Bart turned off onto it.
The quality of the path quickly disintegrated. After only a few dozen metres the track was no longer a goat track, but a convenient path between trees. Bart had to avoid hitting the branches of trees on either side of him, while also checking for hidden rocks under the scrub. Sometimes the path widened, but all that was in its place was holes of mud. Despite how hard he was working to travel the path, he was neither going very fast, nor was very hot, the latter he was thankful for. After about 3 minutes of riding, he saw a patch of sunlight ahead of him. As he got closer, he saw the forest opened up into a clearing.
Bart rode in and dismounted his bike. The clearing a large circle, about 20 metres in diameter. A small river, about 2 metres wide wound through the bushland, with it disappearing into thick tall grass and fallen trees. It was backdropped by trees that were shorter than the other ones around the forest. Bart looked carefully, and through the gap in between some of the trees, he swore he could see a part of the town. On the opposite side of the clearing, there were some short, thick trees covered in broken branches. One of the trees had some notches hit into it, which appeared to be from an axe. Bart saw these, and decided to use them as a ladder, and climbed up the tree. Suddenly a great realization hit him.
"This would be perfect for a tree house!"
He wasn't wrong either. The way the trees were bunched together and collapsed made an easy base for a treehouse. All that needed to be done would for a few more pieces of wood put across the floor, and maybe some sort of windows.
Bart climbed down and sat on a stone near the river. Just as he had been beginning to get bored of the summer, after only one week, he found something interesting to do, that he could do all summer.