Big acorns

I enter the forest, look down and say to myself: wow, how big acorns are lying here. The wind last night must have blown them down from the oaks. Then I start following the blue triangle mark and what do I see? Around twenty wild boars are standing in the middle of the trail and looking at me. I’m not sure who was more surprised, me or them, but they ran away in a minute, grunting in disdain because I disturbed their feast.