I looked around the beach and I saw lots of big rocks, 2 caves, and a lot of small bushes and shrubs. I could hear the hum of a cicada and I remembered that before I ran after Seymour on the plane I put the hatchet, and a few other things like rope and matches in a small knapsack that I felt still on my arm. I grabbed it and looked inside. It was empty, except for the hatchet. I was mad, and I would never find my stuff in that swampy lake. “We might as well try to make a place to sleep tonight- Its getting dark. C’mon, Seymour.”

After about 2 hours, I finally gathered enough big rocks to make a “hut thing” near the water. I didn’t really want to run into a bear family or something in those caves. By now, I was really hungry, but none of the bushes I saw had any berries on them. I decided that Seymour might be able to find them better than myself, so I put him on the trail. He ended up worse than me, eating ants rather than looking for berries. I gave up and went to my “hut”, gathered some wood laying around, and started scraping a good looking rock with the hatchet. I learned this kind of stuff in Boy Scouts, so after a while, I had a fire. But while I was hitting the rock, I was thinking about Seymour. ” So hungry! and Seymour is so fat…”

TO BE COMTINUED…