Garth wakes in a circle of tall, red barked pine tree's wondering where am I?
As he look's around Garth can't fathom what has happened at all. These tree's surround him, there is no way out. Do pine's grow into a hedge? He didn't think so.
Then it started the voice in his head. "Help me I'm dying Please help me" it went on and on. There was no one there, who was talking. "The are felling my lungs, I can hardly breathe any more" Then it stopped, Garth was beside himself.
Once Garth had gathered his thoughts he thought what a strange word to use about lungs felling felled referred to trees. They didn't have lungs did they?
Who needed his help?
No one ever had before. Work had been his life for so long, unable to remember the last time he had even seen a tree outside the city and here and now he was enclosed by them unable to get out.
How did I get here and where is here?
Walking the entire circle of pine's he realised there was not even a glimpse of daylight other than that overhead. The tree's were branched to the base and he was sure that wasn't right either.
As always his thoughts remained clear, " No matter the answer to these questions if I can't get out no point struggling to, best to sit and consider my position."
to be continued
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