It was the middle of the night. James was out in the woods, listening to the quiet hymn of grasshoppers, the ideal thing to do at night on a camping trip, besides eating making and then eating smores.
"So quiet," James thought to himself. "Nice to be away from the constant blaring lights of the city."
Suddenly, he heard footsteps.
The light blinded him. Was this some religious revelation from the Holy Jesus? Or just an intrusive sleep walker with a flashlight who had managed to find a way all the way from his or her campsite to James's campsite?