SWAMPED
The ooky part wasn’t that we were standing in a swamp. I was too young to have the good sense to really realize what diseases, pests and vermin inhabited it. All I saw was lush green undergrowth, verdant thick overgrowth, and a long tree with a thick trunk laying on its side, across the thick, damp bottom of the swamp. I crossed it carefully, not daring to think of how much it would hurt if I fell. When we got to the end, I encountered the ooky part; the shoe sticking out of the over-turned earth. With toes in it.
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