On the trip, O.J. Himpson, a 13 year old, thought that there was a dinosaur behind the bushes on the left side of the trail. He ran to off to the opposite side, where there was a steep cliff. O.J. didn't see the cliff and he ran right off it. His body was never found (as if anyone looked for it).
Jack Mehoff, another 13 year old, was the next fella to be betrayed by his imagination. Jack thought a dinosaur was tasting him, so he ran wildly into an enormous bee hive. He was very allergic to bee stings. Needless to say, the outcome was not too wonderful for Jack.
Now there were six boys and an adult remaining. The leader left though, he had an appointment in a city 34 miles away. Since his '77 Chevy couldn't fit all six people, he only brought three along. The Chevy crashed into a big oak tree 20 minutes later, killing all three passengers and the driver. The bodies were never found.
It was a bad situation for the three boys still alive. They had no leader and everybody thought they would be eaten by a 25-foot dinosaur. One boy spotted a creek nearby. Almost everybody drank the creek's "clean" water since they were so tired. Everybody that drank the water died shortly after. The remaining boy, Kato Dang, was hungry so he cooked his friends for dinner (don't worry, they weren't alive). There was a tent in his backpack so he pitched a tent. About an hour later Kato went to sleep for the last time (foreshadowing, isn't it?).
A dam meant to hold back sewage broke during the night. Kato's tent was swept away in a moment. Fortunately, Kato's carcass floated down into a sinkhole. This sinkhole dried up and gave him a burial he other wise couldn't afford.
THE END
Now wasn't that a nice story?
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