I was sitting in my bunk of pine leaves looking into the fire with my mouth watering for meat. I could smell the wonderful greasy smell that wavered in my cave. As I  took it from the fire and put the first pieced into my mouth I thought back to my encounter with the wolf and how I caught it.

     I was sitting on the big brown beach looking into the big blue bowl of water. I sat clutching my hand in pain for I had cut it with my hatchet. I must of fallen asleep because I woke looking into those big, brown, terrifying eyes that had a look of hunger in them. I reached up and felt the wolf's big bushy coat of smooth silky, white hair. It growled at me, and I caught the horrible rotting smell of the wolf's stinky breath. I reached for my hatchet at my belt, grabbed it, and scrambled up from the ground. The wolf must have thought about what I was going to do, and tried to run for it, but I was too quick. I threw my hatchet at it, but missed by an inch. As quickly as I could I grabbed my rifle and shot at it. I got it right between the eyes. I grabbed my hatchet and chopped up the wolf. I chose two particularly large pieces, and put them in the fire to cook and later eat.

By Justine