As you begin to walk down the trail away from the bench wear you spent the night, you see a pair of joggers following the trail towards you. You feel somewhat inclined to duck behind something, so you won't be seen like this, but it's already too late as they've seen you as are laughing as they continue to jog. You grumble to yourself and feel your cheeks flush. When the girl jogger starts pointing and laughing at you, your resentment rises and you point right back with your pie laden hand.
The male jogger, seeing the pie point in his direction, tries to dodge to the side, and runs right into his running partner. He spins and recovers in mid-jog, but fails to see a low hanging branch that catches him on the forehead and leaves him a crumpled heap on the trail. His girlfriend, recovering from having her foot stepped on, ducks under the branch that she would have missed anyway, but trips over her boyfriend and sails face first into a patch of mud by the trail.
All this happens in the few seconds you spent pointing a pie at them. An explosive laugh escapes your lips, and you almost pie yourself when you move to catch it. Not wanting to stick around and get blamed for the mud and bruises, you make a quick march off the trail.
From here, you can see a giant red and white striped tent in the distance, a section of picnic tables behind a row of trees, and another trail leading out of the park.
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