Struggling to walk through the tangle of roots and leaves, we followed my dad through the woods. Tripping and stumbling we still managed to somehow continue banging the sticks together and scream as loud as possible, propelled foreward by the thought of seeing one of the mysterious snipes.
I turned towards Misty and whispered tentively, "Do you really think that we'll see one? I think he might be lying..."
She snorted,"Yeah, he's probably making this up."
"Should we stop?"
"Naw, let's go along with it."
and with that we stumbled off after the mad procession, unsure of what we would see that night...