DITCH THE GRAFFITI-MOBILE
I decided to leave the Green Man where he belonged, so I drove until I found a gap in the trees big enough to drive the car through. I kept driving until I couldn’t go anywhere but back the way I came. Then I got out of the car and started picking up leaves and branches from the ground. I had covered about the front third of the car when I stepped back and looked at my handiwork once more. This time, I wasn’t so pleased.
A car-sized mound of dead leaves and bare branches in the middle of a living, breathing forest isn’t really my idea of something hidden. The uncovered part of the car was more hidden – at least it was mostly green.
I swept my hand across the covered part of the car, sending dead leaves and branches flying.I stared into the eyes of the Green Man.
“Look, I’m gonna leave you here, okay? But I need you to do something for me. Don’t let anyone find you. Can you do that? I’m going out on a limb here. Okay? Okay.” Then I – no, I didn’t talk to the car, I talked to the Green Man. Why are you so dense?
I walked out of the forest back onto the road. Then, I realized something. I was miles from the city, and I didn’t have a car.