You continue to wander through the woods. You try keeping a straight line, hoping you'll run into something eventually; The exit, or at least a cafe.
As you wander through the strange wood you grow hungrier and hungrier. Even if you see a snail, you'll eat it. After all, they eat them in France and they are world experts on cusine.
After a while you grow tired as well as hungry, and are about to collapse from loss of energy when you see something up ahead which gives you a spirt of engery back.
It's a...