[13] written by Swiss Pope

Heart racing, you sprint through the forest alone until you come
to a clearing to catch your breath. Was what you have seen real? You
recall the day at school when your civics teacher announced the former
President's death-- surely that could not have been him! But the
corpse's beady eyes, widow's peak in the hair, nose of a crooked Quaker
leaves no doubt in your mind that it was indeed Richard Milhouse Nixon.
Suddenly you hear the sounds of voices and footsteps-- could they be your
friends, could they be hunters, could they possible be... ARMY GUYS?

* If you want to hide, hoping that you are not discovered, go to [28].
* If you want to shout out, letting yourself be known, go to [29].