It had been a Thursday afternoon when Gull had found himself lost in The Woods. A Thursday afternoon that became a Thursday evening, and then a Thursday night. Still, Gull could not find his way home. He knew that his parents would be getting worried, but Gull…well, Gull was made of sterner stuff. Sure, he was a little bit worried, but he knew that his best bet would be to find a place to sleep and resume his search for home the next morning. As far as he had heard, there were no dangerous animals in The Woods, so he found a spot that seemed a little bit softer than the rest, and he lay down to sleep.
The following morning, he woke up stiff and sore. More importantly, he realized that there were dangerous creatures in The Woods. He was covered from head to toe with all sorts of insect bites. Maybe they weren’t fatally dangerous creatures, but boy did he ever itch!
Gull was smart enough to know that some types of roots and berries were perfectly safe to eat, while others could make him extremely sick. Some could even kill him! Unfortunately, he wasn’t smart enough to know which were which, and so he continued searching on an empty stomach, hoping that he’d find his way home soon.
As he continued walking, though, the sun continued in its ever westward march, and the day wore on. Gull began to panic as the sun set for the second time, while he remained lost. With nothing but a growling stomach to keep him company, he was forced to once again lie down and provide his skin as a living feast for the myriad of ants and mosquitoes. Normally an emotionally strong lad, that night Gulliver cried himself to sleep.
On Saturday morning, his itches had turned to rashes, he was so hungry that he hurt, and his mouth was so dry… Gull knew that he was in trouble. If nothing else, he needed to find water. He was desperate enough that he would be willing to drink from any stream or creek…if only he could find one. But he was also so exhausted, he was just about to lie down and give up…
But then he saw a cabin.