THE WOODS ARE CALLING
THE LOST CAMPERS
The campers had been hiking for hours, and they were starting to get tired. They had been following a trail, but it had disappeared hours ago. Now, they were surrounded by trees and darkness.
"I'm scared," said one of the campers.
"Don't be," said another. "We'll find our way back."
But the campers didn't find their way back. They wandered around in the woods for hours, getting more and more lost.
As night fell, the campers became even more scared. They huddled together for warmth, but they couldn't stop shivering.
Suddenly, they heard a noise. It was a low, moaning sound.
"What was that?" asked one of the campers.
"I don't know," said another. "But it didn't sound good."
The campers listened, but they didn't hear anything else. They decided to keep walking, hoping to find a way out of the woods.
They walked for a long time, but they didn't find anything. They were starting to lose hope.
Just when they were about to give up, they saw a light in the distance.
"There!" said one of the campers. "That must be a house!"
The campers ran towards the light, and soon they came to a small cabin.
They knocked on the door, and a moment later, it opened.
A man stood in the doorway. He was old and frail, and he had a long, white beard.
"Can we help you?" he asked.
"We're lost," said one of the campers. "Can we stay here for the night?"
The old man smiled. "Of course," he said. "Come in, come in."
The campers went inside, and the old man led them to a room with a fireplace.
"Make yourselves comfortable," he said. "I'll get you some food and water."
The campers sat down by the fire, and the old man went into the kitchen.
A few minutes later, he came back with a pot of stew and some cups of water.
"Here you are," he said. "This will warm you up."
The campers ate the stew and drank the water, and soon they started to feel better.
"Thank you," said one of the campers. "We really appreciate your help."
"It's my pleasure," said the old man. "Now, why don't you get some rest? You look exhausted."
The campers went to bed, and they were soon fast asleep.
The next morning, the campers woke up to the smell of breakfast cooking.
They went downstairs, and the old man was in the kitchen, cooking pancakes.
"Good morning," he said. "I hope you slept well."
"We did," said one of the campers. "Thank you."
The campers ate breakfast, and then the old man gave them directions back to the trail.
"Thank you for everything," said one of the campers. "We don't know what we would have done without you."
"It was my pleasure," said the old man. "Now, go on, and be careful."
The campers waved goodbye to the old man, and then they started walking back to the trail.
As they walked, they thought about the old man. He was so kind and helpful, and they were grateful for his hospitality.
They also thought about the noise they had heard in the woods the night before. They wondered what it could have been.
But they didn't have time to think about that now. They had to focus on getting back to the trail.
They walked for a long time, and finally, they came to the trail. They were so relieved to be back on track.
They started walking, and soon they were out of the woods.
They were safe.
They never saw the old man again, but they never forgot his kindness.
And they never forgot the woods.
The woods are calling.
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