The day had been good I had gone fishing and had caught several well known nile tilapia and the temperature was sitting at a low 20. I had only just arrived to the muddy shore of my tent then ground rumbled beneath me, I had known it came from the tent. The curiosity was building up in me, then I got the curage to finally look and to my terror there was a 11 foot beast with teeth the size of tusks and light gray skin in the tent. It stood staring at me for what felt like hours before it moved to the dark side of my tent to continue into its cool shade, eating the entire tray of sponge gourd.
It took me a while to think how I could get this beast away then it hit me it enjoyed the gourd so why wont it come for that. I slowly made a quiet journey towards the tent knowing that the slightest sound could set this giant after me. I finally had made my way to the entrance and picked up a handful of gourd in my wet hands. The gourd had been trampled by this giant beast but hopefully it would eat it.
The giant turned lowly make its ways through the straw tent, the ground crushed under what seemed like a him. His jaws opened and I held out the gourd as far as my arms could reach, the pain was drawing my arm to lower but the fact that this beast needs to go kept it up. He came out this was my chance I threw the gourd over to the shore bank as though the beast did't like his food thrown around he didn't go for it. I stood there for while thinking what to do, then a baby hippo and a cow came swimming together. My heart sank below my ribs and the bull came out of the tent and slowly made its way to its young.
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