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that he found us. He jumped off the tree he was on, and he began walking towards us. He was very tall, nearly seven feet, had many muscles, and had a very large knife in his right arm. We were very scared, and we didn’ t know what we could do. In the end, we concluded that we would attack the Goat Man. John would go for his legs, Jack for his arms, trying to get the knife out of his hands, and I would go for his head.
When he got close enough, my plan went into action. Jack punched his hands, getting the knife to fall on the forest floor. John kicked his legs, causing him to fall to the ground. As he lay there, I punched him, knocking him out. Relief flooded us. At dawn, we left the mountains, and got closer to the camp and my class group. At the end of the day, we lay in our beds. It was a very crazy and memorable experience. Just remember this: don’ t go to the Poconos alone.
~ Philip L.
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