brian whent out to hunt. he saw a bird he got his knife reday and started to ame and he threw it. then he missed he tride agin the bird doged it then agin he missed he relised he could throw with his other hand. so he did and it worked.
he whent back with the dead bird he put it down and whent to get the blood off his hands. then he heard a nois a rusiling between the bushes nois. he looked back and...IT WAS A MOOS! the moos came runing at brian like a andry lian. the moos hit rian in his ribs. brian yelled with pain but eventully he got up and ranaway.
brian was sleeping then it got really windy he woke up with his ribs still hurting. he notic it wasnt no windy night it was a tornado! he woried. the tornado came closer and closer. it destrod evetything his fire, his wepons, his food but it whent away