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“What now Dad? This is not getting any better, tell me what to do,” I pleaded more than
asked. I waited for an answer. I waited some more. The tendril wrapped itself tighter as I
struggled to free my foot.
“You’ll figure it out,” said his fading voice.
“Dad!........Dad!” I yelled. There was no answer. He was gone. I was left alone to die in
the most horrible way I could ever imagine and he was gone. Another tendril wrapped
itself around my other foot. It too grew tighter the more I struggled. The branches were
touching my face now, I felt I was about to be swallowed by the trees. At this point I
gave up. I surrendered to the
fact that it was over and I lay limp and helpless in the
descending bush waiting to be swallowed by thorns and leaves and sharp branches of
doom. Silent tears were rolling down both my cheeks. I lay still and limp.
The more I lay there the more nothing happened. I moved my feet back quickly and felt
the tendril tighten around my ankles again. I began to notice the more I moved the
more the trees and branches around me moved. They seemed to move with the same
force and panic I did. I lay still and began to wonder. A little light went off in the back of
my mind. I lay still and began to breathe with purpose and not panic. I took deeper
controlled breaths that inflated my chest but kept the rest of my body still. As I did this
the foliage around me also began to heave much like my chest. I breathed to inflate the
tunnel around me. The tunnel copied my movements so I had to become a part of it if I
wanted to get out of it. I needed to control the part of it I was connected to so that I
could get out of it.
The more I breathed with intent the more the tunnel opened up to its original size. As
this happened I very slowly started to inch my way on my back so that I could move my
feet away from the relaxed tendrils around my ankles. They seemed to feel my
movement
but since there was no quick jerking they didn’t get any tighter and I was