When I was only about three or four years old my parents and grand parents took me on a picnic in a large field that was surrounded by dark mysterious trees. While everyone was setting up for the picnic my curiosity got the better of me and I strayed off into the woods and became lost for several hours. I wandered beneath huge giants with gnarled faces looking down. Fingers tugged, grasped and scratched at my bare legs from tangled roots and fallen branches. All alone, I felt confused and scared in this dark strange world that I had never before encountered. There was the smell of mold and rotten wood which gave homes to insects, spiders and creepy crawly things. I could hear the giggling of pixies and goblins hiding in the bushes
and beneath the ground. Tears began to roll down
my cheeks as I wandered helplessly into this doom
After some time, I came to a small path that ran alongside a hedge, and in the hedge was a stile, I started to climb over when a fox appeared from out of nowhere. He was wearing a green suit with knickerbockers to match, a white shirt with a yellow bow tie and red socks with yellow stripes that tucked into his old brown shoes that where weathered and worn. He had somewhat of a kindly face for a fox and a bit of a twinkle in his eye when he spoke “And where are you off too young man?” he asked, I hesitatingly pointed to the green fields behind him “It’s not yet time” he exclaimed in a much wiser sounding voice, “You must first go back along the path from where you came and complete the journey you were on, first things first” he said “And be patient, you will be sure to get there eventually”. So that’s what I did and at last I came to an opening at the other end of the field from where I had departed.
Everyone seemed very happy to see me.
We all sat down on a blanket and had a wonderful picnic together and then they took me home and put me to bed but I really wasn’t very tired…