Question
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I was a little behind the group when I noticed a set of animal tracks I didn't recognize. They were hard
to see among the snowshoe prints, so I followed them off the trail for a closer look. There were no claw
marks, which meant they didn't belong to a dog or a fox. Instead, they looked like tiny handprints and
footprints. Must be a raccoon, I thought, matching them to prints in my guide.
I looked up when I suddenly realized how quiet it had gotten. I was totally alone. "Hey!" | shouted.
"Where is everyone?"
Nothing. Just the sound of my own breathing and the hammering of a woodpecker echoing in the bare
woods. They couldn't have gone far, I thought, stepping back onto the trail. I'll catch up to them if I hurry.
I came to a junction7 where I could turn left or go straight, but both trails had purple markers. The path
to the left looked familiar. But when I stepped over a log I thought I'd seen before, something told me I
was going the wrong way. So I reversed direction. My mind started to race. Soon it might be too dark to
tell what color the markers were. And I couldn't just follow my own footsteps because there were so
many tracks from other hikers.
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Answer
Fiction, protagonist follows animal tracks off the trail and gets lost, notices a junction with purple markers, reverses direction to find the right path.