As my brother and I were camping in the Canadian wilderness, the night was dark as a cave. We set up camp and I was in charge of finding food while my brother was to find firewood.

     I walked along, kicking my feet along the brown dusty trail. I saw some red raspberries. There were so many, I could have fed ravenous bears, so I got my share and decided to head back to camp.

     As I turned around I saw a black bear. The bear growled and thought I was going to take his raspberries. He started to come towards me. With one sweep of a paw, my yummy raspberries fell to the dusty ground, and I had cuts on my arm. I wanted to back away and run through the dark night through the endless mass of green, but I couldn't. Couldn't seem to pull myself away and make a run for it. I felt like a magnet stuck to metal. As I looked up to look at his face, he walked away to eat the berries. I slowly moved and then sprinted and never wanted to go back there again. As I sat down on the ground my brother looked at me and said, "Where's the food?"

By Ashleigh