Fighting a tiger

On the first day of summer my parents told me we were going on a vacation, so my family and I began planning what we were going to do. We always took turns deciding on our vacation destination. It was my turn to pick where we would go. I couldn’t make up my mind between going on an African Safari or using our time machine to go back to prehistoric times. I flipped a coin. If it landed on heads I would go to dinosaur land, if it landed on tails I would go to the safari. It landed on tails. We thought riding a boat to travel would be “old school”, so we bought an airplane with a lot of food that was pre-cooked. We also had guns to kill animals. Before we left we put a protective force field around our house until we got back. Nothing could break through the force field. We put the force field so that nobody could rob us, and nobody would egg, tepee, or use spray cans to draw on our house either. The airplane we rented had an autopilot, so we could just relax. The plane had a built in T.V. for each one of us, one for me, my brother, and my mom and dad. And each one of those TVs had cable. That plane was pretty fancy. The plane had four bathrooms. And with all of its new technology the plane made sure the flight would go smoothly. When we got to the safari the plane became the tent. We were there for seven weeks. During the first three weeks we just relaxed. Then over the next three weeks and six days we all took turns going into the forest to kill animals. On the last day of our vacation in the safari, I was gone trying to find fruit from noon to one o clock. When I came back I saw a pack of wild tigers attacked my family. They were able to get to the weapons room and kill the first forty nine tigers. I came back and saw that the battle was nearly over yet my family was out of ammo, so I had to fight the last tiger myself. It started to rain and quickly it grew dark. My brother threw me a pocket knife so I could kill the tiger. It was a truly magnificent battle. There were scratches and blood everywhere. When the tiger and I were up in a big tree I killed the tiger, I threw him down and marked myself in its blood. I skinned the tiger, and I took its fur to school and proved I was a warrior. From then on I was the most popular kid in school.