A seventh-grader called Max lived in a lovely, green forest covered in mist. Max set off on an
excursion one foggy morning, going farther into the woods than he had ever gone. The
woodland was alive with the subtle buzz of unseen animals and the whispering of leaves.
The trees appeared to reach out to Max as he went deeper, their bark being rough and old, like
gnarled, bony fingers. The thick canopy let in some light, which flowed down to the mossy
ground below, creating spotted, magical patterns.
While walking down a winding, meandering route with a sparkling river in the distance. The
mood was mysterious, with the distant sounds of unidentified birds adding to the chilly air's
smell of wildflowers and wet ground.
Max unexpectedly came onto a secret field with grass that was as soft as a feather. An old, oak
tree with a big, twisted trunk stood in the middle. A key was hidden within its roots.
Max was fascinated and pocketed the key, feeling as though he had unlocked a secret of the
forest. The woodland mysteries of its own with each step back home, leaving Max with day to
remember