Day 2

I awoke with a rumbling stomach. I found the rest of the group there except Jimi. Caleb and Sam told me he could of ran off. Still, we were starving. Caleb had already searched the rucksacks with no success. By the time Sam woke up, Caleb had given up already given up all hope of finding food. So here we were gathering ideas of how to find food. Finally, we came to a decision. We were going to eat the remaining sheep and cows left on the island. The only question was how to kill them. "We could strangle them." suggested Caleb. "Too slow and hard," I replied "The cattle would bowl us over." "Then how could we do it?" asked Caleb. "I know!" said Sam. "We could..." "Sssshhhhh," Caleb warned. "What?" I replied angrily. Sam was about to reveal a possibly good idea. I didn't want him to forget. "There it is again," stated Caleb "Be quiet." Then I heard a rustle behind me. I spun around. It rustled once more. It didn't sound like a bush anymore, it sounded like plastic, the kind a chip packet makes when you scrunch it up. "Get ready," I wispered,"This is our food thief." Suddenly out of the bushes came... Jimi. He looked very sick and was holding an empty packet of biscuits. "Busted!" I murmured under my breath. We all glared at him. "Errrr... hi?" said Jimi weakly. We hardened our gazes even more. "You were saying?" I asked Sam. "What, oh yeah that," said Sam. "Yeah" Caleb, Jimi and I said in unison. We were interested. "Well, we could make spears..." Then Jimi cracked the worst joke in history: "Then we can have spare ribs! Get it? Spears,spare ribs?" "Good idea Sam!" he replied. "I agree," I said. "Whew!" Sam sighed with relief "I didn't want to do all that work for nothing." "What work.." I started. "I started to make spears with the craft knife as soon as Caleb told me the food has gone". Sam rushed into the bushes and a minute later arrived carrying long sharpened sticks. It was scary to think that if he tripped, one of those spears could hurtle down and plunge deep into my heart...
"Follow me," said Sam. I snapped back to reality. We followed Sam to a place that had hard, thin wood. Perfect! While it seems easy, it's harder than it sounds. Sam told us the basic rules for making spears. "No. 01:You should find long, hard wood." "Check!" I answered in my mind. "No. 02: The wood should be thin enough to hold or throw. And No. 03: Make the tip sharp enough to stab yet blunt enough so it doesn't snap."
We pulled out our craft-knives. Luckily, Jimi didn't have one. The last thing we needed was for Jimi to be armed with spears. After hours, I had finally mastered the art of spear-making. I was so hungry that my stomach was hurting. We trudged down to the farmland and stabbed a sheep in the chest and after only a minute it fell down, dead.
Cows were going to be harder. A lot harder. Sam volunteered to demonstrate how to kill them. While Jimi carried the sheep back to the base, Sam walked slowly up to the cow and... stroked it. The cow relaxed and kept on eating grass. As it chewed Sam suddenly got the spear, stabbed it and ran. The cow, startled, let out a loud grunt and suddenly all the cattle spun around. STAMPEDE!!!!



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