The air stank, the trees were chopped in pieces and the mud squirmed all over my feet. It was just gross. As I walked across the muddy marsh land, rivers of worried thoughts invaded me. What could have happened? Suddenly an answer occurred to me. “Oh no! Our enemies must have destroyed our forest!” Behind me I heard marching footsteps coming closer and closer. Great! Our enemies must be after me but why? But before I could finish thinking, I tripped over a tree root, my head banged onto a tree stump, everything went black and I was done for.