I was picking up a piece of wood, when I felt a warm breath. I jerked around. There it was. There it was staring at me with bright yellow eyes. It was a humongous, dark brown bear. It was standing on its long hind legs eating the bright red juicy raspberries. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" I paused in fear, and I started to run as fast as a cheetah. All of a sudden, I tripped over the thick, green vines. My face slammed into a sharp, jagged rock. I felt a sharp, old, claw dig deeper and deeper into the flesh of my skin. I then got up and saw the crystal lake. Even though I was still frightened by the deep claws of the bear, I reached over on the cold frozen ground and luckily there was a long, sharp, brown stick. I lifted my strong, mighty arm and stabbed him in his side. The bear was dead.

By Michael