At the bottom of the hill stood an enclave of trees. Kicking up fallen leaves in his wake like a gold metal athlete nearing the finish line Einar attempted to stop, but slid up the fissures and shaggy, scaly bark of a Blue Ash that patiently accumulated concentric growth rings for a couple of centuries. The speedster's sneaker clad feet finally skidded to a halt to discover himself standing upside down on a large branch! Thankful to still be in one piece, Einar stared in mystified astonishment at his socks that glowed brightly with St. Elmo's fire.

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