Heâ€™d been in the woods for what seemed like hours, but he couldnâ€™t really be sure how long heâ€™d actually been here.
The trees were laughing at him. He was sure of it.
There had been a path, but that had disappeared. He was sure the trees had hidden the path on purpose. They seemed to be moving, shifting, changing positions, although he knew that wasnâ€™t possible.
Then he was in a semi-circle of tightly packed trees with no way through.
He turned to go back and found the same behind him.
Theyâ€™d caught him, and they had his axe.