. _”The prettiest girl that I ever did see,_

_Lived down in the Georgia pines—_

_And the only girl that I ever_

_Did love,_

_I knew she’d never be mine.” _

These words he sang as he walked._ _Over broken boughs and rotting logs, he trudged through fern and grass, lugging backpack; tramping over copse and coppice as the leaves crashed beneath his boots. The sun had barely crept over the gold and red horizon when it shone, peeking through the pines and birches. The air was fresh and full. Then a bear came and killed him and he died. The end.