Timothy rested against the trunk of a tree, somewhat tired from walking so much. His feet ached and he felt somewhat miserable because he had forgotten to bring water to drink. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." he groaned to himself, covering his face with his hands. Boy, wouldn't his father be ashamed to see him now?
There was a soft stepping sound; someone else was around and Timothy was not sure who it was.
There was a soft stepping sound; someone else was around and Timothy was not sure who it was.