A Path To Freedom                                                   Rebecca

 

 

 

Chapter 12


HUNTING

           

After the excitement of the rain we all headed toward the cliff.  It took us about an hour but when we arrived we found a cavern that was very cozy.  We set up camp for the following day.  Soon we were back outside looking for some dinner.

 

"We aren't going to find anything to eat here in the desert," I told them kicking a pebble across the sand. Suddenly, I heard a low sounding “gurrr” coming from my stomach

 

"It seems you're as hungry as all of us," Diana spouted as I looked down at my skinny stomach. 

 

I was trying very, very hard not to think about food.  It was no use; I haven't eaten a real meal in days.  All that keeps popping up in my head is my mom's home made mashed potatoes and buttered corn on the cob...  Her delicious mouth-watering casserole…  OH MAN!  I'm so hungry.  "GUUUURRRRRRR!" my stomach complained again.

 

"You know what, I just remembered something," Diana remarked. 

 

"WHAT?!" Jonathan, the captain, and me questioned.

 

"Well in survival class, Lieutenant James was going over chapter 2, in the Handy Dandy Survival, Lost In The Desert And You Don't Know What Your Doing Handbook For Dummies, by Huey, Dewy, and what's his face. It was about how to survive in the desert when you don't have any food or water.  Lieutenant James was talking about cacti, but I can't really remember because someone," Diana paused and stared at me, "was shooting spit balls at me during that very important lesson."

 

"Where's the captain?" Jonathan asked.  I looked over my shoulder and sure enough, the captain wasn't where he was a second ago.

 

"Hey he's over there," Diana pointed towards the cactus valley which we had past by yesterday, before it rained.  Off in the distance was a fat blob moving awkwardly towards the succulent grove. 

 

"Let's see what's he doing," Jonathan pronounced.  So Diana and I followed Jonathan as he sprinted, as best he could with his bad leg towards the captain and the cactus valley.

 

When we reached the Captain He was ripping the bark off the cactuses as though he was a crazy poised bear with rabies.  As the captain tore the bark away a green liquid started rolling down the side of the cactus.  I was astounded when the captain licked the bark free part of the cactus.  Captain T.J Porter was kind of freaking me out.  Suddenly Diana ran towards another cactus and did the same thing except she was more careful when it came to pulling of the bark.  Finally Jonathan picked up the idea and tore the bark of another cactus.

 

"What the heck are you guys doing?" I yelled.

 

"What do you think were doing?" the Captain yelled back.

 

"It looks as though you are attacking the cactuses," I screamed at the captain, with out meaning to.

 

"We’re not attacking the cacti, were eating them!" Captain T.J Porter replied.

 

"OOOOOHHHH.  And is that supposed to make me feel better?" I asked the captain.

 

"Stop being such a butt," Diana said.

 

"I'm not being a butt. I just want to know what in the world you are doing!" I shouted exasperation.

 

"Are you that stupid?! We are eating the cacti, because they are food and we are hungry.  So shut up and eat!" the captain yelled.

 

"O.K. O.K." I said feeling stupid.  I walked slowly to a nearby cactus and very, very carefully pealed the skin off its spiny side.  When there was a nice clear wet place, I lowered my head and took a bite of the cactus. 

 

Bbbbbbbllllllaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!"  It was the most horrible, most disgusting thing that I have ever, and I mean ever, put in my mouth.  It was even worse than my Great Aunt’s tofu stuffing that tastes like boiled foot.

 

Suddenly I heard a low, "Gurrrrrrrrr," sound.

 

"Are you still hungry solider?" the captain asked with a mouth full of cacti.

 

"Yeah, but that wasn't me," I replied.

 

"Well it sure sounded like your stomach," Diana remarked.

 

"Gurrrrrrrrrrrrrr," there it was again.

 

"UGH, OH," Jonathan whispered.  I turned around slowly and my life seemed to slip through my hands as I saw them.

 

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