The man felt like something was tugging at him and he looked all around then he looked down and there was this vine twining itself around his leg. He tried to cut it loose and the tighter it got. Then the pines got into the act and their branches held the man still as the vines continued to envelope him. He screamed but he knew nobody would hear him here. His one arm was still free for the time being and he saw the hatchet within his grasp, and he started chopping and chopping and chopping seeing the splinters fly.
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