Around thE bend in the path Kev could heaR a faint eerie noise. It sounded a bit like a chained-up dog, but then it didn't. Or was it a trapped cat, but no, it wasn't that either. Kev was not sure what to do. Should he carry on trying to harvest the plentiful black berry crop, or turn home to safety. He stayed for a short while harvesting, but he was ever so nervy with any sound at all making him freeze in mid pick. After ten minutes he could stand it no longer and he walked briskly home. At that point the speaker was turned off and a bunch of people came out of hiding and set to to gather the berries. They joked about how effective the scary noises had been in keeping the patch of brambles clear for them to enjoy.
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