human
So that's the reason the trail bent like a bow, thought Wellesly as he looked at the field of cactus in dismay.
gpt
I ought to have known there was some good reason for it. If I'm lucky enough to find it again I'll know enough to stick to it. Well, I must skirt along this field of devil's fingers till I find the road again. I wonder if I'll know it when I see it.