and red blood gushed out onto the cool white sand. I laughed but Ulysses didn’t he said it only hurt for only a minute though. However, the pain was worth it because he had gotten the net out of the claw. On the count of three, we flipped the crab into the bucket. Soon after that, we called it a night and started walking back towards the beach with out souvenirs. We heard an extremely loud noise coming from the bucket, so I set the bucket down and aimed my flashlight on it. Inside the bucket was a war. Both of the crabs were viciously attacking one another, but the bigger one was definitely winning because it had pinched off a piece of the other crabs claw, and it was floating in the water. We sat for a couple of minutes, and watched the fight but then decided to leave the crabs on the beach because we were both tired. Also the bucket was heavy and the crabs were trying to punch off our fingers. W thre the water and crabs out of the bucket and watched the big one quickly make it way to the ocean and the smaller one not so quickly since it had lost part of its claw and taken a bad beating. After we couldn’t see them anymore, we made our way back home with only a little less skin. Coleman Hobson 8th Grade Baylor School Mr. Loftin
A Troubled Season It is hunting season in South Georgia again, the worst of the four seasons. For big bucks like me, it is hard to survive and to know what is real and what is not. My parents havebeen murdered by hunters, and I have had many relatives driven out of their homes or killed innocently. I have had a few close calls myself, because of my size; I am a very big target that hunters think of as a "prize." Life is hard during deer season, but the only way to survive is to be aware of all your surroundings, and do not ever let your senses let you down. Although I have had many close calls, some relatives of mine had not been so lucky. My mom was killed ten seasons ago and I was there to watch. It has haunted me ever since. However, my dad was killed trying to cheat on my mom, so he deserved it. I watched him as his life was taken by a short lead bullet, and I will never be the same again. My size is what hunters like when they shoot a deer. Most of us in South Georgia are small, except me. I was raised on a hunter' s property, and the hunter gave me food and corn with steroids and protein in it, which made me a prime target for all hunters in pretty much all states nationwide. I have heard hunters talk about me saying that I was two hundred pounds, and had sixteen points (whatever that means). So all in all, I am a huge deer, as far as I know anyways. Primarily, my life is what a person would call, "a living nightmare" which means, it's horrible. I am alone with no wife, no family, and just a couple of friends. I hope my life will one day be better. But I think that I might just end up being a lonely buck. Landon Carlock Heritage Middle School 8th Grade Cheryl Parham
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