Chapter 6 Buffalo

Every time I hear, see, or smell them. I feel my hair on my back stand on it's tips. They are buffalo. I know they are dangerous but they are also playful. They'er dangerous when the come in stampedes. They'er playful when they are shy enough not to go charging. I'm up with the nightguard. Suddently I hear the water in the river swishing around. Something is swimming towards us. It's coming closer I can hear it. Then it steps on our canoes. It is coming on land. I smell it. Buffalo. The nightguard has heard it to. We stand alert. Suddently out of nowhere comes a big charging something! It's a buffalo! The nightguard stands up in front of it and yells and waves his arms. It sores across. Trampling a fire, and missing the people sitting by inches. It comes back Charging full speed at the tent! The nightguard stands up and yells again, but it's no use. Now it's up to me a plane dog to save the day! If I didn't the sleeping people would get trampled, and Lewis and the other people in the tent crushed. I started barking and growling like I never did before. That was no use. So I stood on my hind legs and waved my arms pretending to be a monster. The buffalo got confused and ran right barrely missing the sleeping people's heads. Then they all wake up, take there guns, and aim at evrything around them. But the buffalo is already gone. Lewis get's up and says something. I knew what it was before he siad it. " Good job Seaman."

posted by Jackson