The trees were soaring above me, looking down at me like a was a small ant. To my right was a small mountain made of rocks and huge boulders that may fall in my direction at any time. A few yards below the track was a small creek. Next to it, something made me feel frightened there was a small rowing boat, but it looked like it could fit two people. I wonder who came here by boat when there was a track. It must be old it thought it was abandoned and rusty too. I left it where it was and rushed ahead until I heard a noise coming from the top of the mountain.
“Baa”, the goat screamed as it rushed to me like a bull charging with all its strength. Luckily, I managed to jump to my right side and get out of the way of those nasty horns. The mountain goat was fast on rocks but not as fast and agile as me on track. This fortunately made me stay alive a bit longer than I expected. I never knew my reflex was that good. After running a few miles, I stopped and noticed it was no longer behind me. I caught my breath for a while before continuing on the track.
When I stopped, I realised a roar was coming from the other side of the creek. I did not want to know what it was so ...
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