“Honey, we’ve been walking for sooo long! I feel like we’re just going around in circles!”
Ralph raised the binoculars to his eyes and peered through them for the umpteenth time. The woods in the distance were dense. They were made up mostly of dark, shadowy pines, but the occasional maple dotted the way. The birds were both abundant and weird. Rather than chirp, they buzzed. One of them had picked up Spot, their old springer spaniel, three days ago, and flown away with him.
“You can see for yourself, we’re following the road, Martha.” He didn’t want to scare her, but he thought a couple of times that he’d seen the same tree twice.
“I think we should set up camp soon,” Martha said, tiredly.
“Do you think we could build a campfire tonight?”
Ralph sighed. “And where, exactly, are we going to get wood from?”
“We could just chop up a bit of the road,” she suggested with a shrug.
Great, thought Ralph. Then if we are walking around in circles, we’ll come across the hole in the road and Martha’ll go crazy.
“Please?” Martha begged. “It’s been weeks since we had a hot meal.”
“Yeah, okay.” Come morning, while we’re walking I’ll give her the binoculars and just change lanes when she’s not paying attention, he decided. The lanes both to the left and the right seemed endless.