Run
"Keep going, Fudge!" Smokey hollered.
"This seems really dangerous!" the teenager remarked, stumbling through the woods, wearing a blindfold.
"Racin' is dangerous!" Smokey reminded her. "The whole point is this exercise is to make you more aware of your surroundings and get you to trust yourself!"
"Whoa!" Fudge cried, almost going flying over a tree stump. "Hey, Smokey?"
No answer.
"Smokey?" Fudge tried again, but there was still no answer. (Smokey was still there; he just wanted Fudge to trust her instincts, not his.)
I can't believe Smokey ditched me in the woods with a blindfold! Well, actually, I can! she corrected her thinking. He's like Doc: very cruel when he wants to be! I guess-
HONK!
Oh, no! Not again! Run! The sixteen-year-old took off with Herman right behind her. He thought it was some kind of game. Fudge, in the other hand, was terrified. She had no dandelions this time.
Smokey may have been tough, but he wasn't heartless. He came to the young girl's aid, laughing.
"I didn't even tell him to do that this time!" he informed her. "I guess he just likes you, Fudge!"
But Fudge was long gone. Her blindfold lay in the dirt as she sprinted as best as she could back to Thomasville.