The Disaster
~John Milender~
There I was, wearing only skins from the last animal I killed, a sabertooth tiger, hunting a woolly mammoth with all the brave men from my village in pretty warm weather. We had been waiting in a popular area for the mammoths. After awhile we started to head back to the village because it was starting to get dark and we hadn't eaten since last night. On our way back we had unexpectedly ran into one at the spring. All of us had stone spears that we threw at the mammoth while some of us had set up a trap of a very strong net made out of rope that we tied to two trees. The men who threw the spears chased the beast into the rope net to make it trip. The mammoth had ran right through it and broke it. The hunters that had tied the ropes didn't throw their spears as the others did but when the beast had broken the trap, they threw, right at the ankles. When they did the big woolly mammoth had fallen to the ground. We killed it while it was down. All of us ran to the village to tell about the great news but when we got there, our village was destroyed. Many people were dead and many injured. A pack of more mammoths had stampeeded the village while all the men were gone....
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