Deep in the forest he sat. A lone figure huddled beneath a tree, shivering. The rain was pouring steadily now, but he no longer noticed. He was soaked through and there was nothing else he could do about it. He pulled the blanket a little tighter around his shoulders and scooted closer to the trunk of the tree. "Why did I ever leave home?" He wondered to himself. "Well, I guess there's nothing to be done about it now. I can't go back." With this thought he drifted off into sleep. When he woke up the sun was shining. He ate a meager breakfast of dried fruit for he could build no fire with the soggy wood that was laying about. When he had finished he repacked his blanket, shouldered his pack and continued through the dense trees that surrounded him.