The Woodley Forest was a place filled with open, grassy fields and areas packed with clustered trees. Suddenly, a hedgehog emerged from a shallow burrow in the ground and began scavenging for a scrumptious dinner consisting of worms, snails, and insects. The hedgehog dug into the ground with his small paws and found himself the meal he had been searching for. Then, a swift fox came scurrying into the meadow and glanced around, hoping to find something that could prompt some excitement after his uneventful morning. All of a sudden, the fox caught a glimpse of the hedgehog grubbing the soil. He leapt forward and sprinted towards his prey. The hedgehog immediately realized the danger racing towards him and ran to the nearest oak tree and climbed …show more content…
to the second branch. The fox jumped up and down, trying to snatch the small animal with his sharp teeth and rigid jaw. However, he could not reach the clever, little fellow, so he slowly paced around the tree and thought of ways to capture the hedgehog. “Please stop!” screamed the small hedgehog, “I will do you no harm with my prickly needles if you promise not to eat me.” “How could I trust you?” asked the upset fox, “I’m a fox, you’re a hedgehog. We are sworn ene-.” Before the fox could finish his sentence, a loud roar erupted close to the two creatures.
The hedgehog stayed hidden in the tree while the fox ran to the nearest bush. Suddenly, a giant, daunting brown bear roamed into the green area. He looked around, but could not find the animals he had heard talking two minutes beforehand. The brown bear neared the bush in which the fox was hiding in until the hedgehog, with all the power he could muster up, threw a large rock towards the opposite direction. The brown bear immediately became disinterested in the bush and rushed to the suspicious sound. The fox and the hedgehog cautiously left their hiding spots and joined …show more content…
together. “Thank you for saving my life!” the fox exclaimed, “how can I ever repay you?” “Well, I was hoping you could help me take down that big brown bear who has been terrorizing our entire Woodley community,” the confident hedgehog said. “You know what? I will help you, despite our differences.” Straightaway, the fox and hedgehog began planning on how they were going to defeat the beast.
The two dissimilar animals believed that their best chance for victory would be to set up a trap for the wild brute. The small, but powerful hedgehog began digging into the ground so that he could make a large enough pit for the bear to fall into. Meanwhile, the speedy fox helped with the digging and also began making wooden spikes to put into the hole. After many hardworking hours, the duo finally finished their trap and were ready to lure the brown bear. As a finishing touch, the hedgehog plucked a few needles from his back and placed them a couple feet in front of the trap. In order to draw the brown bear into their area, the fox ran out into the Woodley Forest and searched for the bruin. The fox eventually found the enemy and called out to the
bear. “Hey you big fat brute!” the fox taunted the bear, “Catch me if you can!” The bear let out a vicious roar and sprinted towards the prey. The fox ran towards the direction he came from while the brown bear was right on his tail. When the fox reached the trap, he quickly leaped to the side. However, the brown bear was unable to stop and as a result, he stepped right on the needles purposely left behind by the hedgehog. The bruin cried out with pain and stumbled perfectly into the trap. The fox and hedgehog rejoiced with jeering laughter. The brown bear had fallen to into the pit and the spikes had pierced his body in many places. The enemy was dead and the duo was ecstatic. “I can not believe we did it!” yelled the fox, “We make a really good team.” “We do. We should stick together, you and I,” said the hedgehog. “You know, that does not sound like a bad plan.”
Cole and peter whet to the pond and soaked. They had soaked so many times that that they just jumped in the pond with a splash. As they carried the ancestor rock up the hill they paused in their tracks. Less than 6 feet away was the spirit bear. But something was different about the bear, it had open wounds and blood on its white fur. Peter and Cole just stood there in that same position with the big ancestor rock behind them. The Spirit bear was so still that it amazed them so much that it scared them. At once they inched backwards down that hill.
When Brian wakes up, he is overcome with dread. His body aches and his mind is cloudy, but he remembers where he is and his instincts take over. He builds a shelter, and as he settles down for the night he realizes that he is not the only one living in the woods. A porcupine comes into his shelter and attacks him in the middle of the night, leaving its quills in his lower leg, and Brian in extreme pain. His experience that night, though it helped him discover how to make a fire, left him scarred and his will broken. On another day, Brian finds a berry bush, and is overjoyed to find such readily available food, until he eats too many of them and finds that they upset his stomach extremely. This demonstrates his trouble finding food and surviving in the woods.
The first half of my book “The Cellar” written by Natasha Preston, was so good that I could not put the book down. The girl, at that point, had no memories which include her name and anything before she woke up on a dirty, bloody cabin floor. She looked down at her throbbing hand and found that two of her fingernails were missing.
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