By Lucy, 11
My eyes were as fierce as a mean, horrible ghost. My teeth were as sharp and white as a knife slicing you. My thick stripes were like black crows gliding through the sky.
I was walking around until I fell down a steep hill. A horrible hunter looked over the hill and he had a massive gun in his hand. When I looked up the trees looked like nasty fat monsters looking over me.
The hunter got his gun pulled the trigger and then he stopped. I was walking about but I couldn't get up. I was wailing and wailing. I was making so much noise it was like a werewolf.
At last I got out, and sprang to the hunter and started jumping on him. I walked away after I went to the hunter.
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Lucy's end to the story
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