A Deadly Adventure!

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Please Like A Deadly Adventure Once upon a time, a long time ago, there was a boy named Rex. Rex had a very big sense of adventure. He loved hunting, running, and building. One early morning in the middle of June, Rex woke up to the sound of his mother's voice shouting "Rex Rex Rex get up lazybones!" With a grunt he got out of bed threw his shirt on inside-out and backwards. He stumbled downstairs into the kitchen. The smell of bacon pushed out the smell of a dead rat in the pantry. Rex ate breakfast and changed into some better adventuring clothes. He walked outside and went into the woods. He walked to the cabin he built. He went inside and then everything went black. Now Rex woke up to the sound of raging water. He was tied to a raft floating down the river! Rex tried vainly to split the ropes with his teeth. He desperately tried to wiggle free but it did not help the situation. He spied a rock up ahead and jerked his body towards the rock. The vines tying him down started to fray after the impact. Rex wiggled more and more. The vines broke with a snap and Rex was thrown onto the riverbank, cold, wet, and helpless. Rex sat up and thought. I must have been knocked out by somebody in the cabin, and then they tied me to the raft and sent me down the river, he thought aloud to himself. Rex instantly started to look for wood to build a fire with. After a few minutes of searching he noticed night was falling over the woods. He quickened his pace and got nearly twenty logs and fifty twigs. He light the twigs as kindling and eventually got a good fire going. He slept the night away and woke up early in the morning. He tried sharpening a stick to make a spear, but it took him quite awhile. When he finally got the stick sharpened, he layer down in the nearby bushes and eyed a rabbit about five feet in front of him. The hare eyed the fire Rex had made and backed up a little more. That's when Rex made his move. Sitting up in the bush, he hurled the spear at the hare's rib cage. The spear hit it's target, knocking the wounded have to the ground. Rex instantly burst from the bush, took the spear and finished the job. He took the hare back to the little campsite he had prepared. He painfully skinned the hare with his hands and started roasting his catch. After a good meal, he headed off to find wood to build a small shelter. He finally found enough wood and got to building. Rex worked till noon. At noon, he stalked a deer, a small doe. He snuck behind her, hiding behind the bushes. He slowly popped up behind the bush and hurled the spear silently at her neck. The spear struck the doe in the neck. With a loud screechy wail, she collapsed to the ground in a pool of her own purple blood. When Rex got the doe back to camp, the fire was dying. He put some wood on the other smoldering logs and got the fire going again. Rex got the deer roasting and watched the big, bright, beautiful flames as they crackled, popped, and hissed. That night around nine o'clock, Rex took the deer off the fire and ate. When he finally fell asleep he instantly woke up to the sound of growling outside the uncovered shelter he built. He rubbed his eyes as he looked up and into the eyes of a big black wolf. He screamed and jumped back in terror. He flinched as the wolf snarled at him. Then the wolf turned and ate the last of the leftover deer that Rex was going to save tomorrow. Rex grunted in frustration. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere with a wolf eating his leftovers. He silently snuck up on the wolf as it lowered its snout into the rib cage of the doe. He quickly hurled his spear and struck the wolf in the back. Letting out an ear-splitting howl, the wolf fell into a mud puddle and died. When morning came Rex decided to walk up the river a little bit. He walked for fifteen minutes and sat down on a stump. He felt something pointy jabbing his butt. He stood up and turned around to look at the stump. There was a carving that said "Death was here". He stood still with a chill running down his back. Rex heard something in the nearby bushes. He heard metal and then he saw metal, metal coming at his head. He ducked and ran upstream as quickly as he could go. He saw brown and tan, then he saw red letters that spelled his name. "It's my cabin!" Rex exclaimed running up to the door. Looking through the peephole, he saw an old man with a shotgun and a wrench. He ducked behind the cabin and thought about how to get and overtake the man without being seen or heard. He remembered the shovel he had in the dirt pile next to him. Rex picked up the shovel and dug under the cabin. Rex finally saw the wood of the floor. Taking the shovel, he rammed the shovel through the wood and into the open cabin. The old man look into the hole. Rex made him pay.