As usual in the mornings, walking alone in the forest, all our human's senses are heightened; hearing, smelling, looking, feeling, including the sixth.
Suddenly from the corner of the eye, there was something looking strangely familiar that should not be there.
Our human stopped immediately, turned and looked.
A hand! A child-sized hand on the path.
The early morning sun filtering through the thick canopy aided shadow play on it.
Imagine a superstitious, weak-hearted hiker walking alone during dusk, the scene would certainly scare the wits out of him or her.
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