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My Trip Through a Forest
Written by P. Davis

It started out to be a normal day. I woke up, drank a glass of buttermilk, then sat down on the floor to pick my toenails. I glanced to my left and saw a magazine sitting on the footstool. Picking it up, I noticed the cover had a beautiful photo of trees and a creek. It looked very inviting.
I opened the magazine to the feature story. As I stared at the first set of pictures, I became quite interested in this magnificent place. The idea of walking through a forest so lovely was foremost on my mind. I put the article aside then grabbed my shoes and jacket. I was ready. Ready for my adventure of the day. I began to walk. I walked for miles until I came to a place that looked much like the one in the magazine. The forest. Ah, it was a breathtaking sight. I entered. My first encounter was a fern. The fluffy leaves spoke to me. I giggled. As I ventured onward, there was a tall pine tree. I must have misunderstood because I thought it was propositioning me. My face turned red. This was an awkward situation indeed. What could I say to this tree? I didnít want to hurt itís feelings. Nervously, I began to step backwards. I slowly tried to turn around when I tripped over a rock and fell on my butt. I think the tree was laughing at me. This was very humiliating. My self esteem took a huge nose-dive. Immediately, I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. I ran and ran until I was once again in the normal world of metal and cement. It was then I decided that everything would be okay, so I slowed down to a walk. When I finally reached my house, I noticed that my roommate was home. Stepping through the door, I saw him in the kitchen looking inside the refrigerator. His head was glowing. That was weird. His head didnít usually glow. He looked up at me and asked if I drank his buttermilk. I replied that I had. He said he thought he might have accidentally dropped some acid in there.

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