Black bear

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When I wake up in the morning I head down the steps of my treehouse and look on the stump my stick is gone how I whisper to myself, out loud I say"sticks are heav- I get cut off my a crunching sound I hop to the nearest tree and climb up and sit on a branch I listen very closely for the sound again. My territory no one can come in but me I whisper, the crunching sound comes back I hop to a branch and another I see what I was looking for there it is a big black bear chewing on my stick, "hello mrs bear would you get out of my territory?"I say out loud.The bear says no by throwing his stick at me, I catch it in one hand spin it and say "maybe next time when you find a bigger stick" I hop branch to branch all the way to my treehouse and sit at my wooden table picking up my rock I start scrapping and rubbing soon my hands start getting numb.My spear is done I say out loud placing it in the pile of spears.

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