After I had talked to the Pig and got up I had to make sure that there was or was not a beast. Cause I was tiered of not knowing. As I walked through all of the bushes with my bear feet it trickeled a lot. It was very hard and long to get up the mountain without anyone to help me clime up and make me have a tough at the same time. But I steadfast up the mountain. When I first got up the mountain the head look straight at me and I got very tremulous cause the eyes looked dead into mine. But then when the winded died down the head went back down. So I walked up to it and it didn't attack me or anything like that. I didn't even look up.
But I noticed that it was stuck between some rocks. So I pulled it out and it just flouted off the mountain side. But then I realized it wasn't a beast it was a dead parachutist. So I had to run down the mountain and tell everyone. But all of the trees kept on getting in my way so I had to go out of the forest and get on the beach and run to them like that. When I got to the beach and got to Ralph's camp. No one was there. So I guess they made a new camp or they went to go be in Jack's group. I had noticed a short cut between the trees. So instead of running completely running around I would just run through.
As I got close enough I could see them dancing and singing. Then Piggy crying for some reason and every one was laughing. But all of the other littluns looked croruped by Jack's ability to give them meet. And I see some of the boy's running out of the forest. But I could barley hear what they were saying. But it seemed that they were saying he's here, he's here or something like that and pointing in my direction. Then when I got to the camp I heard kill the beast, cut his through, make him bleed and I couldn't speek right. So I could only say parachutist on the moutain. But then all of a sudden I was knocked over and I was getting bit, scracthed and stabbed. I can't even speak cause I could barley breath. So I couldn't say it was Simon. I had started to lose conchisnes. before I knew it I was dead.
Saturday, March 8, 2008
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