The Strange Adventures of Mr. Fiske

That's Mr. Fiske in the middle, with the sunglasses.

Mr Fiske was a busy guy. He had a busy life. He had important places to go, and important things to do. He was always rushing back and forth, hurrying through everything. On day he was quickly walking down the sidewalk. Suddenly he found himself not in the hustle and bustle of the city, but in a quiet woodland clearing.

Mr. Fiske found himself to suddenly be in a forest very much like this one.

His first thought was "SHIT! I have so much to do, how am I going to do anything here." his second thought was "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? AND HOW DID IT HAPPEN?!?" He looked around, tree, tree, tree, berry bush, tree, tree, evergreen tree, path, tree, tree, evergre- wait, was that  path? He looked back, evergreen, tree, tree, path. Path. Yes it was a path. He quickly walked towards the path. He immediately tripped on a tree root and fell flat on his face. He lay there for a while. He groaned. He slowly got back up. This time he walked towards the path. Not quickly, but then again not particularly slowly either. As he walked he realized he had no idea where he was or where he was going. He decided to keep going anyway. Eventually he made it to a clearing. He looked around, tree, tree, tree, berry bush, tree, tree, evergreen tree, path, tree, PATH. He took the path, again, not quickly and not slowly, but at a good walking-through-the-woods pace. He started thinking about what he was going to tell people when he got back from where-ever-this-is to his real life. He found himself in a clearing. Looking around he noticed many of the same things  tree, tree, tree, berry bush, tree, tree, evergreen tree, path, tree. Again he took the path. A little worried he began to speed up a little. Not a lot, but he was no longer not going particularly slow. Again he found himself in a clearing. Not looking around he kept going down the path. Faster, faster, he was jogging, trotting, running, sprinting, going all out, when SPLAT! He tripped on a root and landed flat on his face. His first though was "ouch" his second thought was "ouch, shit that really hurt" his third thought was "what the hell?" his fourth thought was "why am I cold?" He slowly got up and immediately closed his eyes. It was so bright he couldn't see. He opened his eyes a little. Squinting, all he could see was white.

This is what Mr. Fiske saw when he opened his eyes.

 After a little while he began to make out trees, some kind of tall slender trees...what were they called? Birch. He saw birch trees, covered in snow. That was why he was cold, he had landed in snow. "Baaaah" he screamed, very loudly. Some birds flew up from the trees. "Curse you birds!" he had no idea what was going on.