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.