On a stormy night,
I discovered something on the campsite.
Howling of the wolves was quite common,
But the chantings were quite fishy by a Brahman.
I took my backpack,
Which had all my supplies and my snacks.
Taking a Judy was a task,
As she got hurt from a broken flask.
I went alone,
As my bravery had to be shown.
I hid in the bushes,
When someone pushes.
It was the Brahman!
I felt very uncommon.
So I ran and ran and ran,
Until I found a man......
(To be continued)


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