Riding King GrizzlyThe nearby path cut through a thick, green forest, which smelled a whole lot better than the bus. Pine needles shimmered beneath a bright sun. Sprays of wild strawberries decked the forest floor, with skins so ripe-looking they made his mouth water.
The rat-a-tat-tats of woodpeckers was a more pleasant sound than bus-riding kids yakking into cell phones.
A rabbit darted across the path. After that, a stag appeared, followed by a doe and a spotted fawn. They leaped over the trail and vanished into the woods.
Pete got a sudden urge to catch them. He positioned himself in a racing stance. “On your mark, get set, go!”
Almost right away he tripped. His hands burned as they hit the dirt and his feet throbbed painfully. He hung his head in shame. “I hate these crummy shoes!
