As I was walking through the forest, a bear cub peeked out of a pathway of bushes, I didn’t stop moving when I could smell the pastry shop. Other hikers stomped as if they are giants. Birds are chirping, deer are eating berries, and stampedes of buffalo are running. As I walk near the lichen on the tree, it feels as smooth as a piece of plastic. As I walk by the dark pine tree, it’s yellow leaves scratch my hat.

        I wondered if it was my mind playing tricks on me  about the bear or if it was real. I asked myself where am I Then got back on track with other hikers. I smell the aroma, which smells fragrant as a flower. As I reach the pastry shop, I am startled by a bell on a door when I open it.

By Westyn