Lost in the Fog

Lucia and her friend Kate wanted to climb Snowdon, the highest mountain in Wales. The morning was sunny, and at ten o'clock they started to walk up the path. "We don't have to hurry," said Kate. "We have all day."

At the top they ate their sandwiches and took photos. But at two o'clock the air turned cold. A thick white fog came up the mountain very fast. Five minutes later they couldn't see the path anymore.

"We should stay here and wait," said Lucia. "The fog will go away." "No, we have to go down," said Kate. "It gets dark at six, and it's getting colder. We can't stay on the mountain all night."

"OK, but we mustn't leave the path," said Lucia. "In some places the mountain is very steep." Kate took out her phone. "Maybe we should call for help." But there was no signal.

Then they heard something: a bark. A black and white dog came out of the fog. It wagged its tail, walked a few steps down the mountain, then stopped and looked back at them. "I think it wants us to follow it," said Kate.

They didn't have a better idea, so they followed the dog. It walked slowly and always waited for them. After an hour the fog was thinner, and they could see a small farm with a light in the window.

An old farmer opened the door. "Ah, Mist found you!" he said. "She does this all the time. When the fog comes down, she goes up the mountain and looks for lost walkers." He made them hot tea and drove them to the village.

"You should always check the weather before you climb," he told them. "In Wales, it can change in five minutes." Lucia and Kate agreed. The next day they went back to the farm with a present for Mist: a big bag of dog biscuits.