The moonlight shimmered on the large lake. The stars twinkled as the night got darker. I was camping in the Canadian wilderness with my brother. My brother and I had just gotten our campsite set up.

     "It's a full moon," my brother said.

     "So, I replied.

     "So, there could be wolves out here!" he exclaimed.

     "Yeah, right," I said in a calm voice.

     Then clouds came out of nowhere and covered the twinkling stars, but left the moon. Rain came pouring down. Down so hard and fast that our fire sizzled as it went out. The fire smoldered only for a few minutes. The wind blew wildly and screamed. Then out of all the noise we heard it. It as a shriek and sharp. It was something you wouldn't want to mess with. It was a wolf.

     The wolf's howl seemed to be getting closer. I turned around to see my brother, but he was in the tent and would not let me in. Then I heard a loud growl. So loud it was as if it was growling into a megaphone. I slowly turned around and saw the wolf. Immediately I took off running. I heard the wolf's paws scraping at the ground. The wind caused the rain to beat against my face. I jumped over a log and continued running. But the wolf was gaining on me, and I knew instantly that this was the end. The end, the end! I screamed out, "Oh dear, Lord help me!" Before I could finish, my face was in the dirt. I had tripped and banged my head on a log.

     Very quickly I noticed the wolf was on my back clawing. I yelped in pain! The wolf got up, and I rose up. I thought he was done, but he wasn't. He came running and tackled me. I went to the ground again, but this time I fought back. I grabbed and kicked at him. I gave it all my might, but he was still as energetic as a little kid! Soon I couldn't see. Blood had dripped into my eyes. The wolf bit my arm, and I screamed. The wolf had finally finished. I slowly got up and stood in the rain, crying in pain. Pain, so much pain. Soon I fell back and fainted. Soon I woke up and noticed I was in a hospital. I rose up and noticed I had scratches, with stitches sewing them up. I fell back down and sighed, "Andrew, why didn't you help me?"

     He replied, "I, I, I was too scared!"

     We both laughed.