This great family memoir is written by my daughter, Hannah Stewart.
Woof wooooof! The ominous howl of the coyotes creeping
outside our tent was enough to send chills down my spine. Our camping trip was both entertaining and
adventurous because we had bees in our tent, coyotes howling outside our tent,
and our cat scaring us.
As soon as we had set up the tent, some uninvited friends
came, and I did not like them very much.
Ouch, ouch something was stinging us. BEES! The black and yellow bugs flying inside our tent
looked vicious. They thought they had
found a new home. Mom put some honey in
the tent to catch them. After an hour or
two, we went outside to see if they were still there. Some of them were stuck to the honey and the
other had left. Now we were ready for
bed. We put our sleeping bags down, and
started setting in for the night.
The coyotes were starting to come out and howl. I hated that sound; it gave me cold chills. I could hear the crunching of the leaves where
the coyotes were walking. Then one
howled, it was so loud it seemed like they were right outside our tent. I looked out one of the windows of the tent
to see how close they were. And I saw
two or three walking around the tent.
Watching them circle out tent was so nerve-racking. I just wanted to run inside the house. The coyotes finally decided to leave, and I
was almost asleep, when I heard something.
What happened next scared me the most.
Witnessing the zipper on the tent go up was one of the most
horrifying thing to see and hear. I felt
like I was frozen, unable to move or scream.
I told myself that there was a logical explanation for this. I was relieved when I saw that it was one of
my cats, Star. He wanted to sleep with
us. The rest of the night was calm and I
actually got some sleep.
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