Yellowleavesfallonthetreehouseplatform,makingpeoplethinkofthesomberanddesolateautumn.Thereisabigandoldsweetgumontheplatform.Peoplecanclimbthenarrowstairunderthetreetolookupandfeelliketheyarelookingupfromawellandwanttoseetheoutsideworld.Therearesmallhornsontheside.Ifyoucanfindthecorrespondingnumber,youandyourfriendscantalksecretsthroughthehorns.