Jordan

There was a young indian boy who longed to be a hair beast man warrior. He took the spear by the staph and marched into the forest night unafraid of the wild dangers that lurked in the bushes. Twigs cracked under his feet. Owls screeched as if to warn him of the uncertain darkness ahead. With only the stars to guide him he kept on his own path. It was a never ending evening it seemed when suddenly his eyes slowly made out a large dark silhouette of something moving towards him. He instinctively took a deep breath and gave out a hair beast man of a war cry, and charged at the target.Then the lights switched on. It was my mother just telling me to keep the noise down while i play indian warrior in my room.sorry mom.i was just having some fun.