“Nothing…I just think the forest is really neat, is all, Dad. What’s for breakfast,Mom?” Willy stood at the kitchen door, trying not to shake from the excitement. HisDad looked at him and smiled. “Sit down, buddy…the forest isn’t going anywhere!”Willy tried to not roll his eyes as he sat at the kitchen counter. He’d overheard his parents arguing the night before – he didn’t quite get all of it, but he’d heard his name alot. He didn’t get it. First his parents had been all worried about him growing up in a bigcity with all its dangers, and now they were all worried about him wanting to spend hissummer exploring the forest in their backyard. Jeez, he thought to himself, don’t theyever stop worrying about stuff and junk?He gulped down his breakfast and raced out the back door, making his mother smile. All that energy and not a single drop of coffee, she thought, to be eleven years oldagain. His dad yelled out for him to be careful out there as he grabbed his third cup of the morning.Willy was long gone from the path when they both heard the newscast on theradio about the disappearances of two young boys over the last few weeks in the forestand the fruitless searches for them.
II – The Forest
Willy had his backpack slung over one shoulder as he ran down the garden path tothe fence door that led to the forest. It was a big forest, and a little scary. Being a citykid, Willy had never really seen a forest. There were a lot of places to see and explore,