It was pitch daRk outside. Making his way through the forest was a nightmare, but he had to keep going. All of a sudden, a string of lanterns approached, making him stop in his tracks. As they approached, he could make out the robes and hoods. The quiet mumbling of the group seemed quite noisy compared to the quiet forest he'd been in. What was this grove of druid people doing? He was rigid with terror as they came to within a dozen yards of him. Then the 'druids' threw back their hoods, got out their barbeque equipment and set to to have a jolly meal, sing songs and tell jokes to each other. He relaxed and crept away, guided by the light of the druid's campfire, reaching his destination without mishap.
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