Wild Boars of the Iberian Forest

Oliver was so busy studying the muddled hoofprints that he quite forgot to look up. Just then, a sharp rustle sounded in the bushes behind him. Oliver’s heart gave a jump.

But of course, there were no tigers in the Iberian forest at all. Only a nervous deer, crashing away through the shrubs! Startled, the wild boars had already vanished into the undergrowth, leaving only their prints and a few scattered acorn shells.

Oliver sat down on a smooth stone to steady his paws. Carefully, he wrote, “Real forests can be surprising, but dangers are usually from storms, steep rocks, or getting lost. No tigers live in Spain’s cork oak woods.” He underlined the sentence twice, feeling much better as he listened to the gentle sighing of the trees.