Friday Morning, 4:23 A.M.
Journal,
Oh my God! It's about four in the morning and something that just happened has just scared me out of my wits. Remember how I heard that sound outside my tent last night. Well, all I thought it was was that skunk again. What happened next hit me like a sack of potatoes.
I had been sleeping when, suddenly, my tent flew over. When I finally was able to get out of my mangled tent, I found that my tent had been thrown across the campsite. And a bear had been the one to throw it. It made a loud growl and started to come over to me. I immediately started to run the other way.
Vernon and Petunia got out of their tent and watched the bear chase me for a minute. When I saw this, I became full of anger and turned around, bringing the bear back to the campsite with me. It was the least I could do for them. Vernon gasped and went in his tent. He came back out with a gun, almost looking like he was going to shoot me!
He pointed the gun at the bear and aimed it just right. He licked his lips then pulled the trigger. CLICK, CLICK. The gun was out of ammo. I swear that Vernon looked at me as if I caused it.
I was running for my life with the bear directly behind me. I swear I wished that I had brought my wand. The Ministry of Magic would understand a life or death experience and this was definitely a life or death experience.
As I neared the campsite, Vernon lit the end of a stick with some fire from the campfire. When I got near them, I jumped behind them. Aunt Petunia looked furious with me, as if I should have been eaten. Yeah, right. She immediately backed from in front of Vernon as he started to wave the fire at the bear.
"Get away!" Vernon shouted at it. "Damn bear! Get away!!"
"Vernon!" Petunia said, holding a hand to her mouth.
"Not now, Petunia," Vernon said to her, still flailing the stick around at the bear. The bear howled at him, knocking the stick to the grounds and putting the fire on the end out.
"Oh no!" Vernon said. Petunia screamed so loud that I had to put my hands to my ears, though it sounded so fake. I rolled behind their tent as they started around the campfire, the bear chasing them and howling in the process. Petunia almost tripped on her nightgown one time, which I didn't fail to laugh at.
"What's going on here?" Dudley said as he came over. This stopped the chase scene almost instantly. Dudley's mouth dropped ans he screamed like a girl. The bear seemed to look at him and think one word: MEAT. I only think of one thing when I look at him too: FAT ASS.
The bear turned and chased after Dudley, who could only make fast chubby movements. It was like a loin chasing a pig, so to speak. I could have died laughing right there but I knew I should help.
"Run, honey, run," Petunia said. "Run for mommy so you don't get eaten."
"Run you blooming ass off, Dudley!" Vernon called. It seemed they couldn't do anything, so I tried thinking. I finally got it.
"Play dead!" I said. I swear all of them looked at me funny.
"Playwhat?" Dudley said, still running.
"Play dead. It won't hurt you if it thinks you're dead." Dudley could have just fallen on the ground, but he didn't. Dudley grabbed his heart area, spun around, put a hand to his forehead and fell. The bear looked almost as puzzled as me. Dudley really had to ham it up, didn't he? And he really needs to work on his acting.
Anyway, the bear looked at him for a moment. He sniffed him once, then ran away quickly. The skunk smell must not have worn off all the way, I guess. We ran over to Dudley, who was breathing hard, then backed away with wrinkled noses.
"Just go back to your tent," Vernon said. Dudley got up and went back to his campsite. "And you," he said, pointing at me. He looked almost like he wanted to thank me. "Get your tent set up and get back to bed, boy. You done enough damage."
I was completely disgusted that he would talk to me in such a way after I saved his fat ass son from being on the dinner table of a ferocious bear, but I went along with it. I always have to. Well, I'm going to get some sleep. Night.
- Harry