Descriptive Writings After Reading Hatchet
Student Prompt
In the Canadian wilderness, Brian came across many wild animals. Brian saw porcupines, turtles, wolves, skunks, squirrels, rabbits, bears, and moose. Choose one animal that you might encounter if you were in the wilderness of Canada. Read the examples about Brian's encounter with this animal. You will also read some factual information about the animal you choose.
Now imagine you are in the wilderness, and you run across this animal. Your "meeting" may be humorous, scary, or even a blessing.
Wolf
Moose
Porcupine
Turtle
Bear
Skunk
Wolf by Aubrey
I was walking in the all green woods with the sweet chirping of the bright, blue birds. I soon came to the great big flowing creek. The bright sun was shining on my face, and the rough wind blowing on me. As I looked around, all I could see was the tall pine trees that were covered in sap. I picked up a rock and threw it across the creek. The rock skipped three long skips and finally fell in the water. I heard a branch crack behind me, so I turned my head as fast as it could move. My eyes finally set upon what was right behind me. At first I couldn't figure out what it was. Then he opened his mouth. I screamed, " A WOLF! A WOLF!" I turned and ran, ran as fast as I could. It felt as if the woods would never end. Tall pine trees were flying past me. When I turned my head, I saw it, the gray-faced, white-bellied wolf. I hurried towards the great big, log door. I raced inside and lunged for the gold doorknob. Just in time the door slammed shut. The wolf ran so hard into the door that there was a big hole. The wolf fell unconscious.
Wolf by Kenneth
After this long tiring day I couldn't wait to sit by the warm flickering fire. I was eating a big, plump, juicy turkey leg when I heard howling. I was scared, no trembling. I moved closer to the warm fire. I felt a warm breath on the back of my neck. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I froze, right then and there, I froze. I turned around and there was a big, gray, hairy wolf. He had big green eyes. We were nose to nose. I backed up slowly, no very slowly. Then I ran and ran. I ran to my tent. I heard pots and pans falling outside. I looked out of the tent. Pots and pans were all over the place, but my food was gone. That, that varmint had stolen my food.
Moose by Ryan
I woke up to the dense fog of the Canadian wilderness. I stretched out my thin, bony arms and rubbed my puffy eyes which started to burn because of the smoke. After scarfing down greasy turtle eggs, I went about my daily chores: hunt, feed the fire, clean the campsite, and eat, all the while the intense heat of the sun was beating down on me.
Two months. Two months is how long I've been here. Here in this prison of pine trees. And today, it got worse. As I was cleaning out the fish trays, I heard a soft, angry agitated noise. I barely had enough time to turn around when a mass of dense, brown fur rammed into my right side. I wailed and fainted.
When I woke up, a knob covered in thick, red blood was where my right arm should be. "HELP!" I screamed. "I'm DYING!"
Enough!" my mind replied. "You WILL live!"
I didn't care. I fainted again.
However, when I woke up the second time, I was in a hospital bed; a slick, plastic arm where the knob had been. I realized now. I was rescued. Rescued. I was rescued.
Moose by Shiva
As I ran towards to the red, juicy raspberries, a big, no, large, no, huge, no gargantuan moose came towards me. Its big, pointy antlers were coming right for me; I didn't move, just prayed. Prayed. Prayed. Lots of praying. It attacked me like a tiger! I fell on the soggy dirt. Then I just got up, and I looked at the tall tree. I tore a branch off the rough tree. By the time I got to the angry moose, it attacked again! I felt the stabbing antlers push against me and the soft fur too. Then I got mad! So mad, I would kill everything in the forest! I got up and poked the vicious moose in the eye. Finally, I ran to the water. Ran. Ran. Ran. Ran as fast as a cheetah. I jumped into the "L" shaped, blue deep lake. The water hurt the injured places on my body, but I still, still, still stayed. Finally, the moose left. I finally felt calm and happy.
Porcupine by Mandie
As I was sleeping, I heard a crunch, crunch, crunch of something like sticks. I thought it was just an animal creeping by the blue, green, cold lake. But then, I mysteriously looked up and I saw a blob of walking sticks! There was a brown, brushy, bulky porcupine in my shelter! Then all of a sudden, it rambled across my leg! It hurt, hurt, it hurt bad! How could this happen to me, Mandie Cornett, How, how? The quills were cutting like a knife. I knew I had to pull these brown, pointy quills out of my bloody leg. Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, it felt like a doctor pulling a stingy shot out of my leg.
I woke up in the morning. My leg was still stinging from that evil walking blob of sticks! I was so thirsty, so I went to grab me some mucky lake water. As I licked my hands, I tasted cold, cold iron blood. Cold, cold, it's all cold, ever since I wrecked the plane. Then a thought, a thought. It was an idea that came into my head. I will gather up some leaves, like bandages, and I will stick them on my leg with red, raspberry juice. Then a white, wide, whining airplane swooped in the water, and picked me up. The first aid kit was like a treasure the rescue pilot had. After that encounter with a porcupine, I decided I would find better shelters!!
Turtle by Marissa
Harrrrah," I yawned. I just woke up from my first sleep in the wilderness. I could feel and smell the misty morning. The sun was rising halfway above the mountains so far. The sky was a soft pink, and a soft light blue. I could tell the day was beginning because, all of a sudden, the birds were chirping and it seemed to have gotten warmer from the golden sun.
I looked in front of me. I saw the sparkling blue-green lake, white and yellow sand, and right where the water met the sand, there was a neatly designed, green and brown rock. Suddenly, the rock moved! It moved about two inches back towards the sand! Then it moved again, and then again. That was not a rock; that was a huge turtle! It had been there the whole time. It was coming towards me. It was even bigger up close. It was as big as a boulder; it was probably three feet wide and four feet long! Soon, she left.
Bear by Ashleigh
As my brother and I were camping in the Canadian wilderness, the night was as dark as a cave. We set up camp, and I was in charge of finding food while my brother was to find firewood.
I walked slowly, kicking my feet along the brown, dusty trail. I saw some red raspberries. There were so many, I could have fed ravenous bears, so I got my share and decided to head back to camp.
As I turned around I saw a black bear. The bear growled and thought I was going to take his raspberries. He started to come towards me. With one sweep of a paw, my yummy raspberries fell to the dusty ground, and I had cuts on my arm. I wanted to back away and run through the dark night through the endless mass of green, but I couldn't. Couldn't seem to pull myself away and make a run for it. I felt like a magnet stuck to metal. As I looked up to look at his face, he walked away to eat the berries. I slowly moved and then sprinted and never wanted to go back there again. As I sat down on the ground my brother looked at me and said, "Where's the food?"
Bear by Danny
As I cooked a juicy, delicious, and well worth it feast, my mind ran through a mind marathon. What could have happened if I didn’t see him? I sipped a few drops of water that morning, all of a sudden, I heard this twig break. I turned around, and wished it was only the wind, but I heard a large roar. The large bear came for me expecting a bountiful feast. He dragged me into the lake. Splash, pow, splash. This beast wouldn’t refuse. Fortunately he took me lightly, so I easily crawled to the sandy, mucky shore. I saw something that could save my life and end his. I picked up a sharp bamboo stick, lifted it in the windy air and struck out as the beast came to me. When I opened my eyes I saw a large amount of black and red, terrifying blood. I thought it was mine, but it was his. I still think, I took a life to save my own. I’m no better than that blood thirsty, bad, black bear.
Bear by Jacob
Hey, Dad, how much longer until we set up for the night?" I asked.
As soon as we cross the river and find a nice clearing," he replied. Then we heard something. It was the soft sound of thunder rumbling in the distance.
Big storm coming in," Dad said.
I replied. "Yeah, big storm, I said absentmindedly. Then I heard another sound; sharp cracks resonating in the grand wilderness. I wanted to turn, but thought better of it. Instead I decided to run like the wind away from the sound. Then I saw it; the amazing wall of fur suddenly launched forward out of the trees, and started clawing through my skin, tearing at my arm. I had never felt pain so severe. I fainted. Down in darkness, darkness, darkness.
I awoke to the sight of my dad looking down at me, looking worried. I smiled and went back to sleep.
Skunk by Logan
I was camping in the Canadian wilderness with my dad. We sat that night, huddled around the orange flames of a fire. I ate the sweet, juicy, tender bird we had caught. I looked at the luscious green forest and sighed in satisfaction.
Go get some fire wood," Dad said.
Alright," I replied. I stood up, grabbed the flashlight, and walked into the trees.
The trees seemed to reach out at me as I heard a rush of howling wind. Then I heard a booming, crack, crack! I shone my light on a bush and almost fainted as a black shape stepped out. Then I realized it was just a skunk. It had a white stripe that made it appear as if it had run under a newly painted white fence.
Hey, little guy," I joked as the fright drained away.
Then suddenly the black and white demon lifted up its tail and sprayed me with a long line of green, green gas. I had never smelled anything so nasty since I had opened a package of week old cheese. The skunk now looked as if it were a monster with long sharp teeth. The fur raised on its back and it darted at me. I ran fearing, fearing another attack. I tripped and fell to the ground, tasting dirt. I woke up to see the back of the car. Obviously Dad had found me and had decided to go home. I, Logan Vincent, I was going home. I was going home. Home.
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