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Steve awoke with a sudden jolt, followed by a sharp pain in his head. "Oh my aching...wait, where am I?"
Steve stood up as if drunk, and surveyed his surroundings. He was in the middle of a dense forest of oak and birch trees. In the distance, a pig snorted with contentment and a chicken cooed. Steve began to walk deeper into the forest. His stomach groaned.
"Oh man...I'm really hungry!" He began searching for the nearest sign of food. A cow came up to him and mooed, as if defiant of Steve. Steve immediately punched the cow in the face, hoping to knock it to the ground. He was sorely mistaken. The cow immediately ran off into the woods.
"Dang, I really wanted that cow!" Steve uttered. Upon further inspection of a nearby tree, he found a ripe, shiny maroon apple. He walked over and hit the tree and the apple toppled out of it. He ravenously grabbed the apple and gobbled it up, not wasting any time to taste it.
"Ohhh...that really hit the spot." Steve looked up and saw that it was high noon. "Oh no! I've only got about five minutes 'til nightfall! I need to make a shelter."
Steve turned to the tree out of which he picked the apple. He then began punching the bark on the tree until he had about five or six logs. He took five of the logs and quickly made them into planks. After about 4 minutes, the planks were quickly placed, along with some makeshift dirt, to form a lackluster shack with a wooden door.
