"Hey, Dad, how much longer until we set up for the night?" I asked.

     "As soon as we cross the river and find a nice clearing," he replied. Then we heard something. It was the soft sound of thunder rumbling in the distance.

     "Big storm coming in," Dad said.

     "Yeah," I replied. "Yeah, big storm, I said absentmindedly. Then I heard another sound; sharp cracks resonating in the grand wilderness. I wanted to turn, but though better of it and, instead, decided to run like the wind away from the sound. Then I saw it; the amazing wall of fur suddenly launched forward out of the trees, and started clawing through my skin, tearing at my arm. I had never felt pain so severe. I fainted. Down in darkness, darkness, darkness.

    I awoke to the sight of my dad looking down at me, looking worried. I smiled and went back to sleep.

By Jacob