Peter pulled the knife out of his pant leg, raising it high, he thought black, figh back. black fight back. It was definitely a black bear. He stabbed the bear over and over. It ripped at him. He felt the claw go over his left eye and felt the searing pain of his eye being ripped out. He passed out from the severe pain. The bear sniffed him. He wasn't fighting now. Dead then. The bear licked his paw where Peter had stabbed him. He lumbered off back into the thick woods. Peter was dead. The night passed slowly. He sat up holding his face where his eye had been. He cleaned it off the best her could. He ripped a piece of duct tape and stuffing a piece of his shirt in his eye socket, he place a patch of the duct tape over his eye. He shook his head, looking for that bear. He jumped up, he felt
