100 WC 1
The Trees Silence filled the crisp air. The leaves rustled as if they were trying to get away from the tree. Birds fluttered around the tops of the trees. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something. The trees were slowly moving. I stumbled backward in surprise. Which drew their attention to me. One of them yelled out “hulabutha.” Every single one they turned and charged. At that point, I realized that I was either going to end up as flat Stanley 2 or die roasting over a giant wood pile. I ran and ran until finally, they caught me.