Tropo wandered the woods. He had the sense that he had just been dong something, perhaps something wonderful. Something important, perhaps? He was unsure. Surely it could not have been important, he reasoned, else he would not have forgotten it. It made no sense, after all, to forget things that mattered, thus as he had forgotten whatever he had been thinking or doing, clearly it had not mattered. Pleased with his rationalization, he picked his way through the dense woods.The night was beautiful, he knew. He wasn't sure how he knew, as the leaves of the trees above him obscured his view of the sky. A shame, he always did love to look at the stars. Perhaps he should find a way free of the woods to do that.
That was a splendid idea! He would go see the stars. He picked his way through the forest. It never once occurred to him to go back the way he had come, that he had only recently entered the dense wood. Had he been paying attention, mayhaps he'd realize that the press of trees was growing, not reducing as he advanced. But he had decided to see the stars, so forward he went, happy in his resolution.
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