Wizard's Knoll
Audrey stepped up over the hill, Roger limping behind her. “There’s a stump over there,” she said. “Sit down for a while.” He hobbled over to the stump and took a seat. “I guess I just missed that last step,” he said. He held his foot and rotated it, feeling for where it hurt. “I don’t think anything’s broken.” Audrey looked out over the hill. It overlooked the woods, the trails disappearing under their protective branches. “Take your time,” she said. “The view is wonderful.” Roger looked up from his foot. “Yeah.” Audrey looked all the way around, but stopped short in the middle of her rotation. “What do you suppose that is?” she said, pointing to a bunch of sticks piled up against one another. They formed a sort of pyramid, with the tops of each stick nestled among the others. Roger craned his neck to see. “Oh?” he said. “It looks like a wickiup. That, or maybe someone got bored stacking sticks.” He rubbed his ankle. “Could you see if any of those would make a good walking stick?” Au