The Fight with the Wild Boar

By Rigoberto Mcbrown The first stream of the sunshine is spread on the ground. The dew drops are sparkling underneath the sunshine. The misted world becomes clear with my eyes open. The wound on my arms is still aching. The world is actually changeable. I have to stand up with hunger and pain. A thick forest is located in front of me. I suppose I could find some animals to eat. I cannot bear the