The forest greeted him in its usual stillness, the only sounds being the crunch of snow underfoot and the occasional rustle of a squirrel darting through the trees. As he made his way to his favorite chopping spot, Henry thought of the stories his grandmother used to tell.
About the woods and the different animals that protected the land. Though he didn’t believe in animals doing anything of the sort, the eerie quiet of the forest sometimes made him wonder. As Henry swung his axe into a fallen log, something unusual caught his eye.