we went camping in the woods and my father told me to get some fire wood .
so I settled out deep into the wood to find some.then I found another path that led deeper into the woods.
as I compiled a hand full of sticks I seen some eyes by the tree line.and then I realized that those eyes multiplied.''CYOTIES!''
still hearing the growl of the dogs I fled.hearing the ruffles of dead oeaves behind me
are camp was the light at the end of the tunnel.witch came me the persistence to keep running
I came back to hear my father complain about no fire wood,But when I told his of what had happens he was understanding.so w spent the night there. And the whole night I slept in fear they would come back