The night was getting colder as the sun slowly started to set. I watched the two strangers from a distance, knowing better than to approach. They crowd around the fire, sighing. It was clear they were exhausted. But I do not know. I can only guess they were fishing as they did travel from the direction of the lake, carrying long sticks with wires on them. They weren't the first strangers to venture into these parts on the woods. Especially at this time of the year. The trees lose their leaves, and the night air turns cool. I can feel the heat of the fire on me as a gust of wind carries it over in my direction. I lift my nose in the air and sniff. The smell of burning wood reaches my nose and I tilt my head as I hear the distant noises coming from their direction. Unidentifiable words. I can't make out anything they'e saying. But I can tell that they aren't going to offer me any of their fish. Frustrated, I shake, turn my back to them, and trot back into the forest. Guess I have to find my own dinner again.
