Chad Bonar

2-10-2014

Rhetorical Analysis

            This last summer my brother, father, and I went on a camping trip we were sitting next to the river fishing and I looked over and saw that there was some tracks in the mud. It was about midnight at the time so without a light I couldn’t tell what kind of tracks they were. When I turned my flashlight on to them, they looked like they were raccoon tracks and were going to the east.

            When we were heading back to our cabin a few blocks up the road I heard some rustling from a distance. I go to investigate and when looking around I saw something running away from me towards a bathroom cell. So I go to the bathroom and first I see a trash can so I hit it with my fishing poles and nothing happens. So I look inside the trash can and nothing was there. So I look around and there is nowhere else he could have gone. Except for one place, when looking around I saw a small one foot diameter hole in the wall were he could get through so I proceed by creaking the door open and walk into the bathroom flashing my light around looking for him. There was just one small problem I can’t see him and it is an open room. So I turn around to go back out the door and I see the damn thing running in front of the door from the outside though. I grabbed my knife and throw it at the thing as he was running toward me. It flew perfectly and stuck him right in the skull. He fell instantly to the ground dead.

            He was definitely a Raccoon and was about 50-lbs. the thing ended up having rabies and would have hurt me. So I figured killing him was the best thing I could have done. My dad flipped shit when I showed him the Raccoon.  

**Just for the readers knowledge I never killed the Raccoon he just ran away. Just wanted to add some flavor to the paper**