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Les wondered if she should be scared, seeing how the fox darted off. The rustle in the woods was growing louder. Whatever it was it was getting closer and closer to where she was. She started edging herself away from the noise, and found herself backed up against a tree. Her eyes were wide, looking out for whatever it was. From out of the woods stepped a lumberjack. Les sighed, she’d been silly to be afraid. It was only Fred.
“Hey ya Connie.” Fred’s name for her was Connie. “Whatchya doin’ on the ground? Lemme help ya up.” He was a very friendly lumberjack.
Connie took his hand and let him help her up. “Thanks Fred. You sure do make a lot of noise stomping around in the woods.” She said as she brushed herself off. The hem of her dress was torn and hanging.
“Yeah, I don’t want to hurt the animals, so I like to make sure they know I’m coming, so they can get out of the way.” He smiled, pleased with his logic, then he noticed Connie examining the tear in her skirt. “You weren’t running from me were you, Connie? I’d hate to be the cause of you taking a spill. Are you hurt?”