Timmy's Big Adventure

He heard the shot, so he hit the ground behind a big log. He laid there quietly to see if he could hear what was going on. There were footsteps coming towards him, he didn't move a muscle. The crunching stopped, so he moved a little to get a better look. He didn't see anything. The noise started up again, it was getting closer.

When Ten year old Timmy was heading out, he grabbed the 22 rifle his Grandpa gave him. He hoped maybe he would see a rabbit or squirrel he could shoot.

He was walking around looking for the squirrel he shot at minutes ago, just in case he hit it. He stepped close to the brush pile with the big log.

The big hairy thing jumped up growling, scaring the crap out of Timmy. He stumbled backwards and accidentally pulled the trigger. The big thing hit the ground and laid there. Holy crap! Timmy thought. I killed it. He walked over and stood there looking at it. Suddenly it opened its eyes and grabbed Timmy’s ankle. Time stopped and Timmy froze, he was scared. He pointed the gun back at the animal.