My Survival Island by Caeli alderson (red queen free ebook .TXT) 📕

bear all the way to the shelter. This meat would last us forever. One year had past since I had got there and I was doing pretty well. Chewy was bigger, smarter, and stronger. We went hunting every 3 days and always caught something. I had finished the bow and arrows and occasionally we had a bird. My most prized kill was a big plump chicken. That was finished soon. Chewy and me really had no self-restraint when it came to food; we didn’t get very much. We got along really well. The bird I found was perfectly healed and stayed with me. Chewy and the bird were friends and I would sit outside on hot days and watch them play. I would play with Chewy also and days would be fun. On rainy or stormy days we would sit inside and I would write down everything that had happened to me since the plane crash on a log. I had been keeping track of days by marking them down on the wall with a stick. One day Chewy and me were outside, hunting. We heard a low growl from behind us. We turned slowly; afraid for another bear. When we where all the way around, we saw a gray wolf. His leg was bent at a very sharp angle, and he was looking at us as though for help. Chewy ran over and started licking the wolf and I was scared at first.Then, the wolf did something unexpected, he licked her back. I then felt safer, and walked to him and he slowly and carefully nuzzled me. I picked him up and we went to the shelter I put him down and looked at him. I decided to tie his leg strait and let it heal. I wouldn’t let him walk at all. He was a little bigger than Chewy and she stayed by him at all times. They were very good friends from that moment on. He even learned not to snap at the bird, which I decided to name Sneaky, for his like of sneaking up on people.
Two months after we found the wolf that I named Jumper, Chewy had pups. Jumper was very proud and walked around with his head held high. Chewy on the other hand, would not let anyone touch them, even Sneaky and Jumper. There were nine pups but three died. I buried those ones and hoped for the others. One of them, the smallest of his litter, was having a hard time. Thankfully, though, he survived. Four of the pups were girls. I named them, Lily, Cheri, Loxie, and Moxie. The boys were Jock and Noxim. The pups were very cute and crawled over to me a lot. One of the rocks in my cave was bowl shaped, so I padded it with pelts and put the pups and Chewy in it as soon as she was ok with me touching them.One day right after I woke up, I went outside. I thought I heard a noise in the night, but was too tired to investigate. There was a plane hovering over the island. Immediately I ran over to the makeshift fireplace I had made and started putting lint into it. The plane flew off. I was kind of sad, but I knew the pups wouldn’t like the plane and I wasn’t leaving them. A month later a plane landed on the island. I asked if I could come home with them and they said yes. I told them I was bringing my pets and they were ok with it so we were off to a world full of people.:)


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Publication Date: 02-16-2012

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