Wednesday/title:Touching Spirit Bear/ chapter 8/20min,pgs 65-73

Cole through the spear at the bear so hard to kill. As soon as he through it the Spirit Bear jumped on Cole and started slashing him with his sharp claws, they shredded Cole's flesh. Cole got up and ran to the tree, they offered no protection, and Cole started to climb and with the knife in the left hand he started to swing the knife hopping to cut the bear. Cole ignored the pain of the thistles in his hands.The Spirit Bear bits Cole in his thigh and through him to the ground and scraped Cole and Cole punched the Spirit Bear but the did no good, and as soon Cole punched him, the bear bit Cole's arm and swung him around. Cole screamed to the Spirit Bear to stop and to leave him a lone. All this happened to Cole in slow motion. The Spirit Bear left after he put his paws on Cole and with one push, the bear broke Cole's ribs and popped his lungs. Cole could no longer move from all the broken bones and the shredded flesh, after a while some seagulls came and they picked a little of Cole's hanging flesh and Cole saw that they were fighting over a pieces. Cole saw the the blood and his lips and the blood from the knife that he slashed the bear with but only one time. Cole saw that they were the same and that the bear was dumb. Cole saw his arm and was afraid because his right arm was all bitten and his hand was numb and looked like plastic, that's for toughing the Devils Branch. The only thing he could move was his head and his arm. Cole was bleeding every were and even his mouth, he had to swallow in order not to choke. Cole was thinking about the attack, that the water, the wind, the earth, that they all connect and work together. That he did not work together with them and that he did not fit in. Cole thought that he fits in the city were people cared for him and that he was fed and pampered, but in the island he couldn't care for himself or find food or find warmth for himself. Cole also thought that prison was better, that he got cared for and didn't get mauled by white monster bears. Cole felt an urge to through up and did, it hurt him in the inside so badly but he couldn't stop. After some painfully through ups Cole was unconscious, in his sleep he thought about the night mares he had before and like that he was going to get hit by a giant fist in the sky after that he thought that how was death like, that was it like getting hit by a bear or like a candle fading, was it pain full or instant. Cole wake up the next morning and tried to get up but he could not move any thing but his head and his left arm. Cole smelled some thing like a mixture of salt water and vomit, it was the ocean and his vomit he made last night.