From Pan: The Great God’s Modern Return, Paul Robichaud

It is late afternoon and the shadows falling on the pasture grow longer. You’ve herded the goats together and they’re all accounted for – except little Simos. You hear a bleating from in the woods that stretch across the foot of the mountain, and make your way in, under the branches. He’s in there somewhere. As the trees grow thicker around you, you realize how much darker it is here than in the open field. You think you might have seen the goat prancing ahead of you, going deeper and deeper into the forest, and follow reluctantly. Something, perhaps a small bird or animal, rustles the undergrowth nearby and you can feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You again hear a bleating sound that echoes through the woods, but it is difficult to know from which direction. Looking around, you see nothing but trees and realize that you no longer know the way back to the pasture. The creeping darkness closes in around you, and you are seized by a sudden panic – then you hear Simos bleating close by. Stumbling through the brush, you enter a small clearing and there he is, chewing contentedly on some grass. The clearing is a little way up the mountain, and from here you can see the pasture below. You say a brief prayer of thanks to Pan for reuniting you with Simos as you pick up the kid and head back to your herd.