The hiker's name was Paul and he was a God fearing man. Paul had a family of a wife and two kids. Like a good christain Paul
worked hard to support his family. One weekend he decited to reward his good work
by a long walk in the nearby hills.
Paul was very happy amongst God's
work. The blue sky over head, the quite with a few chirping birds, the colorful flowers
and plants, all this convinced Paul God was very happy with him indeed. Stopping to
rest, Paul sat under the shade of a cactus and removed his boots and socks. Then
he saw the cougar see him! Paul dropped the boots and socks and scrambled toward
a nearby rocky incline. There weren't any trees around, besides didn't cats climb
trees? Paul didn't care, behind him came the roaring cougar. For every twenty strides
Paul took the cougar would cover in one bound.
"God help me!" wheezed
Paul, hardly getting enough air.
He made it to the steep slope but ripped
the skin off three toes when he started to try climbing the rocky side. Paul got nearly
twenty feet up. The cougar didn't seem to be in any hurry now and just stood at the
bottom and snarled up at Paul. He tried to pull himself up one more hand full but only
managed to thear his thumbnail off.
"Save me God! Please save me!" Paul
was really scared now.
In fact, Paul started crying. Losing his hold he
fell down into the big cat's snapping jaws. The cougar pinned him down with one paw
and with a lighting fast bite swiftly snapped Paul's spine. The cougar had never heard
of God before. After the cougar and her cubs had had their full of eating Paul they
went down to the river and waited at the bush line for any sick or slow deer that might
come by.
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