I can see the silhouette of someone in the late evening sunset wearing hiker boots ,shorts and a dark green hunting vest slowly walking though a vast forest with tall pine trees. They have just entered a grassy meadow when they silently pause and listen. They are tiring to be very quite except for several monetary pauses where they lift there hands to their mouth and call out in a melodic voice. *lurk-lurk*. If you lurk in a forest and no one sees you are you really their? Narrator is excused.
*lurk-lurk*
No.
It’s the voice-oer making me doi it.
I’m going to bed so I can contemplate the fuzz on the flannel sheets.
WHEET!!!!!! GRAMMER POLISE!!! That shud be "theirs"! *\;-)