ROBINSON CRUSOE

Series 18

CHAPTER 18 – FOOT

It is eleven years after my first day on the island. One day, I see that I don’t have much

gunpowder. It starts to worry me. I need gunpowder if I want to hunt animals.

My first goat is very old. I want meat but I don’t have the heart to kill her. One day, she dies

a natural death.

With less and less gunpowder, I have to find another way how to get meat.

I decide to make a trap. I am not successful at the beginning. But then I catch three young goats.

They are one male and two females. I take them home with me.

I keep the goats inside a small area. I make a fence around the area. But the area is too small for

three goats. So I make a fence for them around a bigger area.

It takes me three months to build this fence. But the area is very nice. There is a lot of grass and

water for them.

After some time, the young goats are very calm. Soon they eat from my hand.

In two years, I have twelve goats inside my fence. And in three years, I have more

than twenty goats.

I have a lot of milk and meat thanks to this. I experiment a little, and after some time I am able to

make cheese and butter.

My table is full now and I have a lot of animals around me. I have my old dog,

One day, I go to the part of the sea where the strong current is. On the way there, I think about

how strange I look.

I have a big hat, a short jacket and short trousers. They are all made from animal skin. I don’t

have socks or shoes but I put some goat skins around my feet. I have two belts. One belt is for

the gun and knife, and one belt for the gunpowder.

I also carry a basket on my back and an umbrella above my head. My beard is very long. I see

that after eleven years on the island I don’t look like an Englishman. I am a different person.

One day, I am walking on the beach. I am going to check my canoe. Then I see

something surprising. I see a mark of a human foot on the sand.

I look around but I see nobody. I am scared. I run back to my house. I am so scared that it is

difficult to sleep at night.

Then, I think, “Maybe it is all only my imagination. Or maybe it is the mark of my own foot and

it is stupid to be scared.”

After this thought, I feel better. I leave my house. And I go look at the mark again.