The cock-a-doodle-doo of the rooster ultimately occurred. The breeze caressing my skin, taking in a deep breath, feeling the air streaming down profoundly and reaching the lungs and sighing heavily, sensing the palpitating heart and the pulsating veins. The dawn-tinted sky along with the flock of birds flying high. The sun rising behind the mountains. The songbird chirping the melodious song, along with the bees buzzing throughout around the flowers to pollinate. Finally, the D-Day came!

We crammed all our things into two bags on the car back, the blood-red one for Michael and the blue one for me. Our clothes, tent, binoculars, map, food along with pot-bellied five litres bottles of water.   

Our wives, accompanied us, driving us to the forest. Reaching halfway, Michael ordered to stop abruptly and he got off, opening the car back, unzipping his bag and sliding out the map. Then he stood against the bonnet, scrutinizing at the map along with squinted eyes.

I frowned and descended off also. "What's up, mate," I asked along with a puzzled face, "What on earth are you doing now."

   "What I if... we take the other side of the forest?" he interrogated.

   "Ha... ha... Good idea." I said, mounting on the car along with Michael, restoring the map in the bag, "Let's get to it."

We told the girls to turn to the other side of the forest. Arriving at the commencement of the forest, we slipped out the vehicle. We hugged firmly our wives and began the trail. They waved their hand smiling and we waved back. 

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