I beat my way through the trees, only to have a plethora of branches come slapping back at me...good gravy, I hate nature. Just as I am about to try to see if I can talk to squirrels and form a pack to take over the nut industry, I see the faintest light through the trees... CIVILIZATION! I rush toward the trees like there's no tomorrow, because in my case that very well could be. I don't stop when the trees slap me in the face or when the squirrels give me dirty looks for abandoning them. I finally get to the light, gasping for breath, and realize it's a dirty motel. I'm not one for motels, but it seems to still be in operation. I walk around the building looking for an entrance, when I hear branches snapping behind me. I think to myself maybe it's just the squirrels back for revenge.. I turn around and see- "GRANDMA! WHAT THE HECKYDIZZLEDINGDONG ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

"Hush child! You'll wake the others. Now let's go inside and get you cleaned up." My grandma says to me. I am slackjawed. What are you supposed to do when you are lost in God knows where, on the brink of forming a cult with squirrels, find a light, rush to find it's a dirty motel, then see your grandma you haven't seen in five years after she went up north. Well, nothing left to do but go inside, I think to myself.

I walk into the building and find my grandma making cookies. I glance at the clock, and shout "GRANDMA IT'S THREE IN THE MORNING!"

And she responds saying in hushed scolding tone"yes and that is why you shouldn't shout! You are in a place where people are trying to sleep."