Thursday, November 4, 1993

A Camping Trip

My family went on a camping trip. We saw some cute cubs. We gave the cubs some berry. My dad said, "Where going to camp on the wildside." We camped by a lake. There was quite a lot space. My dad is brave to get a pile of logs in the woods. We use the logs to bake hotdogs. Our case of food was emty. We think mice ate our food. In the night we heared a sound. It wasn't a joke. A grizzele bear woke us up. We got our of our tent. There was a spine around. I stuk the spine in the bear. He ran to a rosebush. We went home the next day. My dad said, "The cases are for the pictures." I said to my dad, "Let's go home."