New Fish & A Crash

So on Monday I got up early and went fishing over by the dam. After some time I finally hooked a fish and started reeling him in. Suddenly, the lake water erupted and this HUGE monster fish jumps out. My poor little trout, now looking like a minnow, is sent flying through the air in desperate attempt to outrun the shark. But to no avail. The shark's jaws close around my trout and they splash back into the lake, sending a wall ov water over a stunned me, standing on the shore holding my fishing pole. Before I could collect my wits, the fishing line grew taut and jerked me off my feet, dragging me some length along the rocky shore before the line snapped. Painstakingly, I picked myself up, brushing the sticks, rocks, and blood from myself. I packed up my gear and was about to ride off to get patched up when I saw my fish floating belly-up along the shore. After warily surveying the lake, I fished my fish out of the water and rode back to camp.

Alright, so maybe not.

On Monday I got up early and went fishing over by the dam. After some time I finally hooked a fish and reeled him in. I started heading back to camp on my bike with my prize fish, mouth already watering in anticipation for that night's meal. Suddenly, as I round a corner, the biggest bear I'd ever seen jumped out at me. He lunged at me, but thanks to my incredible biking skills, I jammed on my breaks and slid away from him, his claws barely missing me. The bear skidded to a stop and turned to confront me again, growling something that sounded like "fish, now." "Oh no you don't, you big baby!" I retorted. "Bring it on!" The bear charged again and we fought for some time. The sun rose higer in the sky and beat down unmercifully upon us two mortals, locked in combat for the fish. Finally, as dusk was fast approaching, I knew I needed to finish the fight. I was weary and beaten up. As soon as dark fell, as everyone knows, the bear would have the advantage, him being black and me being white. Suddenly, I saw my chance. As the bear was dancing on his hind legs after me stomping on his toes, I darted forward and slapped him across the face as hard as I could with the fish. That was the last straw. The bear turned and ran into the woods, tail between his legs. As I crawled onto my bike, I could hear him pouting as I rode away into the sunset, battered, but proudly holding my fish.

That, my friends, is what *really* happened. And that is why I am all scraped up.