Lost in the Fog on the Mountain

Last summer, I went hiking alone in the Swiss Alps. The morning was perfect. Blue sky, no wind at all. I thought, this is going to be the best day ever! Well... I was very, very wrong. Around lunchtime, I noticed a few clouds below me. Twenty minutes later, they were all around me! I couldn't see more than five metres ahead. And then, the path just... disappeared. My heart was racing. My phone had no signal at all. I wanted to run, but, um, I remembered my dad's advice. Okay, stop. Sit down. Eat something. Think. So I sat on a rock and ate a chocolate bar. Ha, honestly, it was the best chocolate of my life. Then, in the silence, I heard water. There was a small stream somewhere to my left. Streams always go downhill, so I decided to follow it. Step by step, slowly, with my hands on the rocks. After an hour, I heard something else. Bells! Wait, were those... cow bells? Or sheep bells? I didn't care! Animals meant farmers, and farmers meant people! Suddenly, a small wooden hut appeared out of the fog! There was smoke coming out of the chimney. An old woman opened the door and just laughed. She said, you look like a lost sheep yourself! She gave me hot soup and a bed for the night. The next morning, the fog was completely gone. And guess what? The path was right behind her hut! Now I always carry a map, a whistle... and chocolate.