I had Random.org select a percentage, and it selected 32%.
The routine was the same each time; they set out to follow the disused trail. It led on for about fifteen minutes before the path started breaking apart and becoming confused by phantom trails. When they reached a patch where the road forked, they would choose one, but no matter which track they pursued, it soon vanished into the jumbled confusion of the woods.
Since today is 2-8, I decided page 28 would be nice.
I looked at the black clouds outside and at the raindrops running in streaks down the windows.
‘We will have to take umbrellas,’ I said.
‘Ah, yes!’ said Dad, suddenly cheering up. ‘I can use my new, fancy black on with the pointed top!’
‘And I can use my one with the bat ears!’ I said excitedly.