A Campout in the Woods (the Sequel to "A Hunt in the Woods")
Yesterday, I took my little sister to the woods for the night. We were supposed to sleep in our small but sturdy tent. A summer wind blew across our hot and tired face.
As we walked to find a perfect spot, my sister let out a loud and horrified scream. She jumped up and down till I grabbed her by her small hands and calmed her down. She told me she just saw an ugly dwarf behind a creepy tree.
“Sis,” I told her, “first, of all it’s the 21st century and second of all, dwarves are only in fairy tales like Snow White.” She nodded but still let out little sniffs on the rest of our hard journey. When we finally found a good spot, I took out my bow and shot a couple of brown squirrels without my sister knowing. She would never eat anything that was not bought at Wal-Mart.
We were eating the squirrel meat in out tent when suddenly; we saw a shadow come toward our tent. It started out small but by the time it reached our tent it was a giant! My sister and I let out loud screams, both thinking that those woods were infested with ugly dwarves and horrible giants. When the tent flap opened and I saw our dad’s face, we stopped our childish screaming immediately. Dad told us that he had heard wolf howls and wanted to check up on us.
We packed up our stuff and quickly ran back to our home, hurrying over the white-picket fence.