Teph inspired me with her little excerpt and now I want to do one...
SCENE:: Early in the morning among the grassy knolls of the Scottish Highlands.
A small man carrying a satchel whose contents clearly jingle in the fresh morning air. His clothes are worn from excess use and his hair was matted by the dew that had settled in it.
::-voiceover-::
Damn this blasted satchel... The small man stopped and roughly put the satchel down and opened the draw-string top and fished inside it, pulling out a folded piece of paper. He opened the paper and peered down at the highly decorated map. He grumbled and pulled out his reading glasses and slid them onto his bulbose nose which was red, evident from too much drink and not enough sleep.
Let's see... I be... here. And... I've gotta reach the big oak across the Shannon River west o' Edinburough. The man gazed up and around and spotted off in the distance at a gigantic oak. It was gnarled and withered but still strong and healthy for it's age.
And it's here yer jo'rney begins... The man grumbled again and placed the map away and picked up the satchel without closing it.
My jo'rney--blasted pixie. Why'd I even bother?! The man begins walking and the camera sweeps away and up looking over the Oak and the gigantic forest beyond it, then slowly the camera blacks out.