Back in the mountain, Juan was almost done scouring the mountain and any hills near it. She had gained a lot in these past few days; she even ate some fish she caught.
Life in the wild was treating her well as long as she run away from any menacing and ferocious beasts of the wild.
The apple trees she planted were ripe after thirty-two hours and Juan was enjoying the benefits of having an orchard with her. The apples were just so big, juicy, and red.
They were so delicious and eating one wasn’t enough to satisfy her hunger for them but it was enough to fill her belly. On her last day or day fourteen of being in the wild, Juan was almost done checking the remaining places she wasn’t at before.
As she was busy checking what she had missed out, she saw from a distance a bushy
