"It's this way," Isabelle concluded starting down the path to the village.
Daniel was a little more skeptical and remained at the fork in the road," Are you sure its that way?"
"Of course I'm sure. Poets always write about quaint little villages. Why would they write about something as ugly as the forest?" she called over her shoulder without stopping or looking back.
Comfortable with you reasoning, Daniel followed. When he finally caught up to her he was suprised by her poking him in the side and laughing at him.
"Ow, what was that for?" She just kept laughing until he poked her in her side causing her to squeak and him to snort through his laughter. In return, she pushed him, he push her, and they continued to poke and push each other until their laughter got in the way. The laughed all the rest of the way to the village, but when they got there, they realized that something was wrong. There was no one around, not one single villager in sight.
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