John began. As he started they began to play the soothing music. He remembered those glorious times, when he and Ben used to have an adventure in Woodbury Woods. There they went, strolling wildly down the rocky path. Running rapidly they fled down into the ancient, decrepit hut. Thinking hardly, they went to explore inside. They stood in awe. Their eyes were glued to it. But how? Inside they found the most lustrous, gleaming gold they had ever seen. Standing in amazement, they drew closer and closer, and without doubt they touched it. Calmness flew through their body. The clock struck 12. There John sat continuing.