Ch 7

Chapter 7

I was walking with Jack when Jack saw pig droppings. We started to look for a pig while we were still looking for the beastie. When we first saw the pig he was probably five yards away from us. I up the spear and tried to throw it at him. When I through, I hit his nostril, he was wounded but he got away. Jack got scraped with the boards tusk, he had a wound but it wasn't too deep. I was very excited that I finally hit a pig. I thought to myself, maybe hunting isn't so bad. We started to reenact the kill. When we were reenacting we chose Robert to be the kid, we started poking him with the back of our spears and we made a circle around him. Robert told us to stop because it hurt. In the end it was all fun and games but someone could have been hurt. I think thats the way he felt. Jack had suggested to use one of the littluns as a pig so we could kill him, but he sounded like he meant it. I would feel a little strange to use a little kid to kill for our amusement. After this whole thing has happened we started to look for the beastie again. WE were at the ledge and me and jack started to have an argument. We were fighting over who would climb it. It was scary and no one wanted to climb the mountain but me and Jack kept going on and on. We finally decided to both climb it. Roger came with us as well. **** Once we got up there it was very dark. We saw a very dark figure that once was a crevice in the mountain but now it had a big lump on it and it was moving. I felt scared yet eager to excel ahead to get to the beast. While I was going ahead Jack was whispering to me it might be the beastie. Once we got closer the beastie decided to bob its head. Me and Roger were going up but Jack was too scared to go up.

For a while I was daydreaming. I was thinking about my family, how my house was and some of the books on my bookshelf. I was thinking about the Boys Book of Trains and the Boys Books of Ships. I was thinking how my dad used to come home everyday, this reminded me of the books I used to read as a kid, I used to read all about boys stuff but never about girls stuff. I miss my family very much, especially my dad. I always think about my dad.