Ariel's+Stone+Age+Narrative

Ariel Tobon 9/9/11 __ Paleolithic Wolfdog __ “Hoooooowl.” My name is Iggy. I am going to tell you about being a paleolithic wolf dog. I have to hunt and try to impress my master.There is a lot of things that a wolf dog has to do. My Master and I are very hungry. Maybe we will go hunting in the forest. We find much food there such as, rabbits, deer, and birds. I just love the taste of cooked deer. Suddenly, I see a huge, great deer and we go chasing it. Sadly, it got away and worse of all we don’t even know where we are. After a while, we start to wonder if we can even get out of this stupid forest anyway. I try to sniff our way out but it’s no use. We’ll have to find another way out. So my master and I end up camping in the forest. The next morning, we go looking for water to quench our thirst. If we don’t find water in the next two days we will be dead for sure. We try to find water till night but we didn’t.Another day passes without water and my master is becoming crazy. I don’t if he will kill me for a meal. An hour later he gets so crazy that he starts to talk to himself. I start running away. Suddenly, he starts chasing me like a maniac. Out of nowhere he trips and falls on a rock and cracks his head and dies. As for me, I get away but it’s not good for me because I am so thirsty. A little while later I die of dehydration. A couple months later some hunters come in the forest and find our skeletons. They are astonished when they see our skeletons. I hope (even though I’m dead) my family and friends remember my master and I. =** ﻿ ﻿ ﻿(LOOK AT THE PICTURES BELOW!!!!!!!!) **=