Not knowing what to expect, he made his way into the dark of the forest.
Part of the nunchi from the bar suggested that there was a hidden treasure in the forest. A nexus of ideas started forming in his head. Perhaps if he ventured out, the treasure could still be tenable. So in his bonhomie manner one afternoon, he gambolled to the forest. The plants took up water through their lateral roots. Birds and some avian predators were perched on the trees, cawing and chirping. He trekked on. He searched everywhere but no treasure could be found. He decided to go home and on his way home, he had a puncture. All this searching and venturing out did not, of course, take place in a vacuum.