Oskar Dennis suddenly stops and sees the miniature green plant on the forest floor, slipping a bit.
“T … Ta … As he uses his lanky walking stick to point at it Taaaaa … he fights to remember the plant’s name. What ’s it called? I am aware this, this is known by me.”
His seven classmates and Oskar, decked out in galoshes, rain backpacks and coats slung over shoulders that are narrow, are currently trekking the maintain every Monday, just like they do. They chatter tell “spooky narratives” inside the crevice of a stone cavern on a break A log, a tarp tied away between a fire pit as well as trees.