The human female, in one of her interminable dronings about the flora of this realm, once mentioned prehistoric forests composed of tree-ferns and towering club-mosses. Apparently these were all-you-can-eat buffets for the large reptiles that once roamed Midgard. (I’d like to go on record as saying that the mass extinction at the end of the Cretaceous was NOT my fault. I wasn’t even born yet! It was, however, by all accounts pretty cool… Giant flaming space rocks and whatnot.)
I had thought those forests of gigantic ferns and fern allies were a thing of the dim past, but Sigyn and I appear to have stumbled upon one at the edge of the bog.
We’ve been walking for quite a while and are now completely turned around.
One club-moss looks preeeeetty much like the next.
If I shouted, do you think the human female would send out a search party?
We’re hopelessly lost! We’re doomed to die a damp and dismal death! We’re having our last adventure! We’re…
…fifty feet from the truck.