Kathy decided it was time to get away from the rat race. She had been working as a commodies broker for five years now and the pressure and stress were intensive. As a child growing up her parents had often taken her on camping trips and that is what she needed now. A trip to the woods, away from ringing phones, beeping computers, and men in general.
She packed lightly, she would only be gone for a week and since she would be backpacking into the woods she did not carry anything that she absolutely did not need.
She drove into the state forrest and when she ran out of road she parked her truck and placed the huge back pack on her back and began to hike into the thick forest.
Within an hour she was deep enough into the woods that she began to appreciate the quiet. She could hear the birds and occassionally a gentle breeze would wash over her and cool her down.
She had been hiking for about two hours when she came to a stream and she decided to take a break.
She removed her backpack and sat down. She reached into a side-zippered pocket on the backpack and retrieved a Three muskateers bar. The milk chocolate tasted good on her lips. While she was eating she surveyed the stream. It looked shallow enough to walk across, so she did. Once on the other side she began walking towards a large rock formation. The trail began to veer away from the rock formation so she stepped off of the trail and continued toward the rocks. Then suddenly the woods opened up into a small meadow. A small heard of deer were grazing at the other end of the meadow. She paused, then sat on a nearby rock and watched them graze, never removing her pack. They did not seem to notice her presence. Kathy listened. She knew she was completely alone. It was shady where she sat and she removed her pack and kind of eased down to the ground and used the rock to rest her back against.
And while she was watching the deer graze she dozed off.
Kathy awoke about an hour later with a start. The deer were gone and there was a new sound, one she did not recognize, but it sounded near-by. It sounded like a snoring sound. But not a human. Maybe it was a bear. She had never heard a bear snore, had not even come face to face with a wild bear and she did not want to now. She listened hard but the snoring seemed to be getting further away.
'Good'she thought. I certainly don't want to meet any bears. But just in case she got her pepper spray out of the back pack and got up and continued to hike towards the rock formation that loomed in the distance before her. As she got closer she noticed what appearred to be a cave entrance. It was about fifteen feet high by twenty or twenty-five feet wide. She wondered if there were any bears in the cave. As she neared the entrance to the cave she heard heavy breathing. She stopped in her tracks, there was no way she was going into the cave to find out what that breathing belonged to.
Now the sun was beginning to go down. She decided to back track to the last stream she had crossed. That would be a good place to make camp.
And hopefully it would far enough away from whatever creature or creatures that were in the cave.
Back at the stream Kathy removed her backpack, unpacked her one person tent, set it up in less than three minutes and then rolled her sleeping bag into the tent. Then she walked around her camp site picking up twigs and scraps of wood to start a small fire. Within a half an hour it had really gotten dark. Her fire was going and she had placed a coleman lantern on a rock near the entrance to her camp. She was just finishing her light supper which consisted of two hot dogs roasted over her fire. She reached into her back pack and retrieved a cold beer from the small ice chest. The beer was still cold and she knew it would be the last cold beer she would be able to enjoy. As she sipped her beer she lit her first cigarette of the day. Back at the office she was a pack a day smoker, but out here in the woods she had barely missed her smokes. But now with the beer the cigarette tasted good. As she finished smoking she suddenly realized how tired she was. She removed all of her clothes and slipped into her sleeping bag inside the tent. She was asleep almost instantly.
A pair of huge red eyes glowed in the distance.
They were about eighteen feet in the air and belonged to Earnest the Dragon. The sight of the young woman excited the dragon. He had not seen a human being in these woods in over five years. In fact, the last human he saw was a hunter and Earnest had eaten him. Not because he found humans to be that tasty but he thought he had better eat the man before the man decided to shoot him. Earnest did not like guns. It fact, guns were the only thing he feared. But the nude young
woman crawling into her tent excited Earnest and remined him of the days ehn he was a young dragon ---when Kings ruled the woods.
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