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A boy sat out tapping his foot on an old piece of wood. Every time he tapped the piece of wood the piece of wood flinched a little and he repeated doing so. The air was cold and every breath made a misty fog that hung in the air for a few moments before escaping into the breeze. He rubbed his hands together to stay warm and he waited. He tapped his foot on the piece of wood because every time he tapped, the wood made a nice hollow sound against the ground. It gave a pleasant thump and so he continued to tap away. The boy was in a forest and a single road crept through this forest and here at this spot was a bus stop and that is precisely where the boy waited and continued to tap his foot against the piece of wood that made such a wonderful hollow sound. He was going to training at this early hour in the morning and here was the spot where he had to wait. Now this was no ordinary bus that the boy waited for. This was the Zinal Bus headed to the one and only Zinal. Zinal lay on the edge of the forest by the great lake of Kinal. Zinal and Kinal were brothers, but that is too much information to be telling anyone right now. The boy countined to give pleasant thumps to the forest and at that moment that was all that was heard.