They sat at the beach on drift wood logs and watched the acrobatic play of birds nesting in the rocky cliffs that surrounded them.  The ocean stretched to the horizon; its dark blue water turning pale green as it entered the shallow cove.  Waves rose and fell, capped in white as they crested and broke washing across the beach and the outcroppings of rock that protruded from the sand. Beyond the beach was a dense forest of giant trees.

 In his haste he fell spilling his bag of mushrooms.  When he looked up, he was face to face with a little man, somewhat rotund,  wearing tight pants, and a vest over his flannel shirt that hung nearly to his knees.  He was wearing a brimless peaked hat, the top of which was bent to the side.  His face was old and wrinkled and he had an unhappy scowl on his face.

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