Babida the lumberjack and the young Bodo began to sprint wildly amid the greenery. With the sharp blade of their weapons, they repelled the pasture blocking their way. The young scout Bodo sliced viciously with his stainless steel sword the head of the damned grasses while the woodsman used his herculean ax to unroot the most recalcitrant plants.
After a long run, the crater was well far behind them.
"Stop!" The logger was ordered. The youngster Bodo who was demonstrating impressive marathon skills, obeyed him.
"The sun is about to set. We need to find a shelter. In these grasses, we are excellent prey for this bird of ill omen. We will go back to the cavity tomorrow morning," Babida the lumberjack declared.
"There!" The young Bodo shouted while pointing in the direction of the refuge.
"Yes, perfect! Let's go!" The logger responded to him.