A man desperately ran through the woods, gasping for air and grasping onto his hope of escape. Due to the dark of night, he couldn't see what was chasing him. Only hearing the sounds of fast movement and low growling looming from the trees.
The man's gasping slowly transformed into panicked shouts as his body slowed. As he clumsily slipped on mud, he fell onto his knees and his heartbeat spiked. His eyes bulged and he turned to look above. The trees stopped rustling; the growling felt too close for comfort. The man's composure was non existent, leaving behind a whimpering mess. The growling then stopped, leaving only the sound of leaves rustling in the wind. Though right when the man was going to breathe a sigh of relief. The predator dropped from the trees onto the man, leaving only a single question: "If a man yells in the woods and there's no one there to hear him, does he make a sound?"