Making Bivouacs
I was there carrying muddy logs down the slippery, muddy hill. I could feel muddy, mouldy and slimy bits of wood sliding in my hot and sweaty hands. I was nearly at our bivouac but I stood on a big patch of slippery mud and fell back dropping the muddy wood all over me. I felt as if I was playing soccer. I could hear all my friends saying are you all right? Do you need some help? My friends came and helped me up off the slippery, muddy ground.
After that we started laughing about me falling over. I laughed to. When all of us stopped laughing as loud as a lion all I could hear was wood being pulled and birds chirping like they were cheering for us.
I sat in our completed bivouac, it was as awesome as me. I waited nervously for the bucket of water to be splashed over us. We were waiting and waiting. As soon as someone in our group asked are you going to splash us? They did, we got soaked.
L.H.
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