Otis and Greg were outside helping their paul chop up some wood. Otis was silent while Greg was consistently complaining. Otis just ignored him and chopped wood.
After a while, after the lumber was all chopped, Otis and Greg decided to go out to the woods. Otis sat on the colossal wall surrounded his home and sketched the woods while Greg picked up stones and threw them at trees.
It wasn't too long until it was time for supper, so Otis and Greg went inside and ate before playing outside anymore.
After supper, Otis and Greg went back outside. They walked in the woods along the giant brick wall. "Hey look!" Greg shrieked, surprising Otis, "A frog!" And with that Greg was off, chasing the front into the woods.
Otis followed Greg, holding his sketch pad in one hand, and a pencil in another.
"We should get back, it's getting dark." Otis muttered while drawing Greg chasing the frog.
"Ummmm, where are we?" Greg pondered.
Otis couldn't answer that, they were lost.
"Oh no oh no oh no. We're lost! Paul will surely be mad!" Otis tried to think of scenario where they could get back.
"Lets follow that river!" Greg squealed, "They will be a ton of frogs there!"
"This is serious Greg, but I guess walking down the river is a start." Otis replied.
And with that they were off. Walking down the river not knowing if they will ever get back home.