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== Y ou crawl through a stand of second growth. Charred logs indicate a previous fire, and you think of Mrs. Ellison’s warning. Your imagination is so active, you even think you can smell smoke. “Is that it?” Fred yells pointing. In the middle of a small clearing is a pine tree. You cant stall them any longer. You nod. That’s it.” “Okay,” says Stan. “Where’s the cash drawer?” “Okay there,” you lie, pointing to the back of the tree. “Start digging Fred,” Stan says, walking up to the tree. He reached up and touches a cone hanging from one bough. Fred starts pawing through the soft earth. Stan circles the tree, viewing from every angle. When both are preoccupied, you start backing away. Then Stan turns around and sees you. With a roar he lunges toward you. ==