ADVENTURE

Today when walking to my home from my ridiculously absurd place of bus dropping I heard that the big tree cutting machines were at it again in riley trails. Many dead trees have fell due to notorious tree eating beetles. The loud machine cuts down the trees, picks them up, and puts them down in piles. I ran through the clearing, pretending to be a war refugee escaping from the monster machine apparatus. I attempted to climb trees but was stymied by my all too tight jeans, and scampered around, hiding behind trees and piles and plants. I probably got too close to the perilous machine but I was deeply infatuated with examining it to discover how it works. I roamed around like a 5 year old, hiding behind things and pretending to be incredibly afraid and out of breath like in intense action movies. I ran to the pitiful pond and tried to cross the slippery mud on a stick but i slipped and fell anyway and created a small lesion in my hand. There was a small layer of ice on the water that interested me so I attempted to cross it but the ice broke into big pieces that I held and threw and appreciated. As this was happening the operator of tree cutting machine exited his vehicle!! He was dragging a small tree when he called out to me: "Son! Do not get too close to my machine when It's going because If I don't see you and you don't know what's going on I might drop a tree on you. And that won't feel too good" the burly machine man said in an irritating tone. I answered with a "yes" or "alright" and dashed to retrieve my coat and cardigan which I had carelessly left in a tree. I was perfectly aware of the risk but alas, I like to live dangerously. The man drove off with his sputtering tractor thing and I fled the scene and walked back home.