The two travellers stummbld through the dark and dreary woods.They were trying to get to the other side of the wood:then they would be appointed the chief of their village.This was the final.

But they weren't competing.They had no intention of beating one another.In fact, they were planning on running out of the woods together and drawing the competition,becoming joint chiefs.

The wood was thick and soon the duo were reduced to a sluggish crawl.''We're running out of time,''one said as he elbowed through a bush,''Do you think we should give up?''