Arghhh! My cries echoed as my foot touched some loose dirt and I slid down the perilous hill. Hands grabbing at whatever tree roots I could, I finally came to a stop in a nice, squishy pile of black mud. Standing up, my jeans and coat covered in goo, I held my hands in front of my face and stared at the long, red scratches covering my hands. This was not going how I had planned! Oh well, I thought to myself, I have to keep moving. I stretched out my leg as I took one step, only to bring my foot down into a pool of icy water, with crystals forming around the edge.
Tears started to slide down my face as I realized this wasn’t working. I was cold, hungry and unhappy and all I wanted to do was go to my abode. Just then I saw Uncle Rich’s green and white truck racing up Erskine Road. He was cool! He’d help me get out of this mess!
As I raced through the trees toward the road, I tripped a few more times and suddenly came to a stop just a few meters inside the tree line. Uncle Rich had already passed in his truck! There was no way I was going to hitch a ride with him! I stomped my foot in frustration and started to realize how cold my feet really were.
I had to reevaluate my options. I could stay out here in the woods for a few more hours. I would make my point, but I would freeze and miss Thanksgiving dinner as well. Or…I could walk home, face the consequences, and end up with a belly full of turkey and Grandpa McGlew’s spicy pumpkin pie. I pondered the decision for only one second and began running toward home!
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