As I cooked a juicy, delicious, and well worth it feast, my mind ran through a mind marathon. What could have happened if I didn’t see him? I sipped a few drops of water that morning, all of a sudden, I heard this twig break. I turned around, and wished it was only the wind, but I heard a large roar. The large bear came for me expecting a bountiful feast. He dragged me into the lake. Splash, pow, splash. This beast wouldn’t refuse. Fortunately he took me lightly, so I easily crawled to the sandy, mucky shore.  I saw something that could save my life and end his. I picked up a sharp bamboo stick, lifted it in the windy air and struck out as the beast came to me. When I opened my eyes I saw a large amount of black and red, terrifying blood. I thought it was mine, but it was his. I still think, I took a life to save my own. I’m no better than that blood thirsty, bad, black bear.

By Danny