This is the story of how I lost my 2 fingernails to a bear.
When I was only a boy of nine years, I fought off a humongous bear at least triple my size! It all started when me and my lads where hanging by a stream near the edge of the forest, having a picnic with my dog Elizabeth Muldor II. She was old mutt, no younger than me yet her nose was sharper than any sword could be and could sniff out prey as far as Timbuktu. For this is the reason we brought her with us. Fall had finally set and the leaves where losing its luster. The elks were bound to make an appearance and it would be my chance to make history as the first nine-year-old boy in my town to catch an Elk! Oh, what my mama and papa would say when they saw it, they would be so proud they would tear a muscle from smiling so much!
So off we went with Elizabeth leading the golden path. Trudging through the crisp autumn leaves underfoot that blew behind us with each gust of wind. It was midday and we were in no rush to leave. The slower we went, the less rustle we made, which made us blend in with the sounds of scampering foxes and squirrels around us, except for Elizabeth's frequent sniff sniff of the ground below us.
Suddenly, my dear old Elizabeth came to a halt and raised her head high, staring off into the distant forest. All was silent except for the rustle of leaves. Thinking she spotted an elk, I hurriedly waved my friends over to help me capture this grand prize. As we stepped forward to look behind a burly oak tree, Elizabeth began whimpering, inching back with her boney tail between her legs.
I didn't give it much though, she was an old mongrel and had lost her fighting spirit, and this wasn't the first time she did this. I released her of her duties, for her work here was done and she scurried off like a pup to find her way home.
From a distance, I saw a mass of brown fur protruding behind the oak tree. I readied by lasso to capture my elk, my friends following in close pursuit, but, low and behold it was not an elk I saw yonder. It couldn't be, for as it backed out from the tree I saw, its legs were as wide as a barn door and covered in thick brown fur. Its height no greater than mine compared to the leggy brobdingnagian I mistook it for. As its head unveiled, I saw it not an elk but a ghastly grizzly bear!
I shrieked and stumbled backward, causing my lads to do the same, but then, they turned and left me in the dust, for they only came to witness my elk catching and had no excitement for bears! Alone with this beast, enraged with my shouts, I regained my composure and readied for a battle for if I banished this grizzly to the deeps of the forest using my lone two hands, I would sure have a tale to tell, along with the victory that would near leave my shoulders.
It charged at me with Fangs bared and a roar cry of 1000 men, and for the first time I felt the sting of fear. But I did not falter as It thundered towards me. I readied my lasso to catch him, but the mighty beast stopped abruptly, about a foot away causing me to miss and fall. It rose up on its hind legs, preying on my downfall and hammered down on the ground where my hand so happened to be. I tried to move it but it was too late, my pinky and ring finger were crushed to smithereens under that elephant of a bear! And after it left I saw my 2 fingernails were no more, and that is tale of how I lost my two fingernails to a bear.
