The Beaten Path: Part Deux

So, you remember I said that was a story for another post? Well, this is that post. Continuation of story in 3…2…1…

I ducked into the tiny mouse hole, barely fitting, to find more trail. “What a surprise,” I thought sarcastically as I strode through the maze of vegetation. I considered going back, but my curiosity pushed me onward. I didn’t like it, as I knew that curiosity was a killer (Did you hear what happened to that cat?), but I walked on. It was so…peaceful? No. Pleasant? No. Perfect? Not in the slightest. But it was nice and quiet. Almost eerily so, when the fog set in. It was the perfect zombie weather. The sheer lack of visibility made navigating quite the challenge. Kind of made you wish you had a weapon. But thankfully, no World War Z movie stuff happened. No infected jumping over buses, no helicopters, and no Brad Pitt shooting things.

Nothing interesting really happened until I got to the river. There, I found turtles galore, a few lost cyclists, and a cactus. I wouldn’t have mentioned the cactus, except that there was something interesting about it. It was on a tree, 15 feet up. I began t speculate about how it got there, when it shifted ever so slightly. I thought nothing of it, so I hiked on. But, when I was under the tree, the cactus suddenly fell. I darted out of the way and the cactus landed with a soft but still somehow audible thud. I decided then that I had done enough exploring for the day. I gingerly stepped over the falling cactus of doom, and made my way back home.

The Beaten Path

Recently, I have been snooping around the neighborhood, going in between property lines, when I found something. Something very interesting, and very old. I cautiously walked over to the path, tripped, and unceremoniously tumbled twenty-or-so feet into a creek. Soaked, I picked myself up, trudged a quarter way up the hill, and examined a hole in the foliage that resembled a gigantic mouse hole (If you’ve ever seen Tom and Jerry, you know what I’m talking about.).  I proceeded with slightly more caution than last time through the aforementioned mouse hole, and found…  …nothing. Nothing except another trail, that is. You may be wondering where this trail leads. Well, that is a story for another post.

To be continued…