Terry was a brown haired boy of 12. He was ecstatic.
He was finally going to America. Little did he know that this trip would be his
parents last! As he bounced around the living room his mother, Erica, told Terry
that they were going camping in Yellowstone Park in the Rockies. Terry loved
camping.
They all piled in to the taxi, Terry talking so fast
that every one laughed as he kept stumbling over words. It took a long time to
get to the airport so Erica and Terry played I spy and spot the car. They even
looked for strange number plates like, V643PEE AND E234ISA. They had great fun.
Terry’s dad, Buddy, sat in the front seat in silence listening to Terry’s
laughter. Erica had had many arguments with Buddy. Terry had hidden when they
started so he didn’t know what the arguments were about. All he knew was that
they argued about little things like who should have put the milk out and who
should take him out. They both loved him and he loved them. Eventually they
arrived at the airport and went to check in. Terry took every thing in and
enjoyed every thing. The airport was huge and crowded.
One hour later they were jetting off to America. The pilot
showed Terry all the controls and even let him stay in the cockpit when he
landed. Poor Terry thought the plane was going to run out of runway.
Terry groaned at the prospect of 3 hours straight driving to get to the
campsite. This time the ride was subdued because Erica was driving and needed
all her concentration on the road. As they approached Yellowstone Park they saw
several geysers. Terry shouted, “Look look” every time one erupted.
They parked up and started to pitch
the tent. The campsite was very well equipped with showers and toilets and was
in a beautiful setting, nestling in a fold of the hills, right next to the
forest. They could see moose and bison grazing down in the valley by the lake.
Terry ran around looking at everything in amazement. After they put the tent up
Buddy told Terry that he would take him to see the forest in the 4 by 4 jeep.
The forest loomed
in the distance getting bigger every second. As they entered the forest it
seemed to swallow them. Terry saw a sign that said, Beware
of wolves. A bit further on down
the dusty dirt track, they came to a clearing. Terry and Buddy got out of the
jeep and looked around. Terry ran to a huge redwood tree with Buddy following.
Suddenly wolves, snarling and growling at them, encircled them. Buddy grabbed a
stick, tried to fend off the wolves and they just managed to get back to the
truck. They quickly drove off. Back at camp they related their story to Erica
Terry of course exaggerating every thing.
Later that night, after they had gone to bed Terry woke needing the
toilet. As he went back to the tent he heard a blood curdling howl but though
nothing about it. The next time he woke was because of a gentle shaking of his
shoulder and he saw blood everywhere. In one corner of the tent lay his parents
badly maimed.
By William Hudson