Scratch the trees, branches, and servants. I walked about twenty minutes and it was still in the woods. Anxiety has been raised in my mind. I was wondering if I would be spending the night in a forest that is not even this popular. I try desperately to get out of the woods. Forests, forests, forests, whether we move on or run though.

"How big a forest it is! Not at all, I don't like it..."

A little bird peeks at a nearby tree crown. I saw it and flashed. I pick the tallest tree in the near field and climb it with my hands and feet. I slipped my legs twice and almost fell, but I followed them with my other hands and feet and came to the top of the tree. The sun is still in a low position. Looks like it's still morning. Some small clouds color the sky like a blue campus.

"Whoa! I think I'll be able to get through the woods when I get over there!