The valley was quiet. The ground was soft and this made his footprint visible. He also saw mighty trees with their gigantic base. The wind was still, and all the plants stood erect. Mike walked towards the heart of the valley. After he had walked several miles, he got to a place that looked as if giant animals had wrestled. The grasses and smaller trees were pressed down. Some of the bigger trees lost their branches, and their struggling created an open space that enabled the sun rays to reach the ground. The way the place was ransacked sent different thoughts into his mind. He wandered around the opened space as his fear grew. So he decided to sit under one of the trees whose stem was twice as large as his width. He stabbed the ground with his sword and took the water jug inside his
