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Pain was jolting down my spine as soon as I felt my skin tear of my bones and muscles. The bear would not stop slashing. I was close to death. Screaming came sprouting from my lungs as I felt adrenaline throughout my body. I grabbed my knife and stabbed ferociously.

The Bear's Soup

by

Tucker Fisher

 There once was a rich and famous bear named George. Nobody liked him because he boasted about having the best soup in all of Soupsville. Every day he would pay town criers to go around town and shout how amazing George’s soup is. “The greatest soup in all of Soupsville is up on the top of the mountain where George lives!”The town criers shouted. A man named Bobby was a greedy and selfish thief that wanted that soup. But he also wanted revenge for being thrown in jail for saying he had the best soup. Bobby was released the day before all the mayhem started. The soup had been stolen! Town’s folk all rushed into their houses as many scary soldiers marched throughout the town shouting that they will find who stole that soup. George knew exactly who stole the soup. Bobby! Rushing and turning through the town Bobby was making a greater distance between him and the cops. He knew they were coming after him. Harder and harder he ran to the one place he knew he was safe, Grandma’s house. 2 more hours of running he got to Grandma’s house. Pounding on the door, shouting for his Grandma, she came to the door. Surprised at first she welcomed him in. Sitting down in the rocking chair he apologized over and over again until his Grandma said that it is O.K. Immediately she asked him, “Why such the startling entrance?” “The soldiers are after me for stealing the George’s soup!” he said catching his breath. “Not this again.” Replied Bobby's grandma. “You better get down in the cellar and get rest for the long day tomorrow.” The next day Bobby woke up and was feeling refreshed after sleeping in such a cozy bed. This was a way better bed than the one in the prison cell he had occupied two days ago. The hatch opening with a screech as it opened with Bobby heading back upstairs, happy to see his favorite grandm

a putting food on the table for Bobby. He sat down with a big grin on his face, while forgetting what happened the day earlier. Immediately after a few bits of his food, Bobby’s grandma asked, “Did you sleep well? You’ve got a long day ahead of you.” “Yes, thank you very much for letting me stay and eat here Grandma.” “Anything for my little Bobby!” She said while putting some stuff in a traveling bag. Bobby asked, “What is the bag for?” “For you while you hike up the mountain to explain to George that you did not steal that soup!” But indeed Bobby’s grandma didn’t know that it was Bobby who stole the soup after all. A hug was givin

g as Bobby left the house. Today was the day, he thought. George will get what he deserves as I eat the soup in front of his beady little eyes, as he was pulling out the container in which the soup was in. After four hours of walking Bobby finally reached the bottom of the mountain on which George the Bear lived. Slowly but surely Bobby reached the front door of the Castle. The guards recognized him and let him in right away, following him as he walked into the main hall. Stopping right in front of the throne that George always sat on. Bobby was surprised when he heard George laughing. How could he be so happy at this time? Bobby thought. As the guards surrounded Bobby, Bobby shouted to stop as he was pulling out the container that held that amazing soup that George always bragged about. George ordered the

guards to stop. Bobby opening the container dug his face into the soup and wouldn’t stop eating until all the soup was gone. He dropped the container on the floor as soon as he was done, grinning at George, expecting George to freak out about his loss. George cracked up and couldn’t stop laughing! Bobby roared with rage and asked him, “Why are you laughing?” George replied and said, “Are you feeling funny? Eating false soup that has been poisoned can be really bad for you.” Bobby’s face went pale as he dropped to the floor. Wrong soup, that’s impossible, were the last things that ever went through poor Bobby’s mind as he passed away, never to be remembered again. The End


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