The Kenson family was like any other family: One son, a dog, parents and a medium piece of property.
One night they went camping — but not all of them came back.
“Let’s go, Billy!” shouted Mrs. Kenson as she packed the cooler in the minivan. Billy was sitting on the porch playing his favorite game — Turok Evolution PC — on the laptop. He closed it and coaxed CoaCoa into the back. It was an hour-long trip, and CoaCoa squirmed every time they hit a bump in the road.
Billy got CoaCoa to stop when he got her up on the seat. Billy took out the laptop but before he could open it, his mom said, “We’re here!” Billy got out and put the little orange fence up and put CoaCoa in it. He pitched his tent and got a hamburger out of the cooler.
Later that night, Billy heard CoaCoa barking. He went out and gave the rest of his hamburger to her and went back in the tent and soon to sleep. A sudden slash on the tent’s side and a screech woke him immediately.
He ran out, only to discover that CoaCoa was ripped to pieces. His mom grabbed his shoulder and they made it to the van. His dad ran as fast as he could, but it was too late. The creature picked him up with its claws and flew away.
Billy’s mom filed six reports on the happening, only to come back with no evidence.
