I was on my bike cycling through the forest minding my own business. I saw a river with a broken bridge going over it. I knew it was a shot in the dark but decided to try and jump it. As I sped down the hill, I hit a stone and slipped. I flew through the air and landed on a tree stump. The second I touched it, the tree grew around me and my bike. Now I sit there, day after day, waiting for someone to free me and my bike. Although I have made a new friend. It’s a squirrel named Bob!