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Three Toes
When
I was a kid we would always go out camping in our usual camping space. We would
stay up real late so we could catch fireflies and look out for what we called
UFO's. We called them this because they would be going really fast then stop and
go in an exact 90% angle. They would be going so fast that it would be
impossible for any of the United States' airplanes or satellites to go in such
an angle at such speed.
While we were watching for UFO's, our friends Bob and his wife Sandra were fighting. Bob had enough and walked away from the camp. Mom was going to go after him, but dad told her to just let him chill. Sandra was so upset that she left and went home.
We were sitting there and it was getting kind of late. Because of the fight, we decided to pack our stuff and leave and try to find Bob. We were driving in our truck when dad just stopped and got out. He got out and looked around and stopped a couple feet ahead of us and bent down. He then told mom to roll up all the windows and lock the doors. We were all wondering why and he told us to just do it. He came in the car and told us there were cougar tracks. This cougar only had three toes. This track was fresh. He could tell because the sand was still seeping in the toe prints.
We followed the tracks in the truck and soon saw Bob standing there right in front of us pointing at an old rugged tree. Dad got out and looked around. He noticed the tracks lead strait to Bob. The sand around him had an imprint of someone falling down and getting back up. Dad checked Bob's back and all around him. There was not a single mark on his whole body. So, he took Bob and put him in the truck and decided that we just needed to go home. On the way out, Bob started saying something. We really couldn't understand him because he was mumbling...
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