Personal Narrative: A Humorous Train
Today is the day we are starting our trip. We have our wagon train ready to go now it's time to leave this crazy city. I have my oxen pulling my prairie schooner everything is going well until I bump into a fancy Conestoga wagon. The wagon wasn't to badly damaged, there was just a scratch, but the owner made me pay him sixty dollars. I almost knocked him out but I didn't want to start off our journey that way. Our first day we had plenty of problems including the little accident earlier we had to dump some of the tools we doubled up on because of an over load issue. I was mad as the dickens because I was looking forward to using those tools. They costed us a pretty penny as well. We made camp after 25 miles for the day. We made a horse shoe
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All the men on the wagon train undo the nightly corral and we round up all the animals inside the corral. The women of the wagon train fix up a mighty big breakfast so we will have our energy for the day. The pancakes look black with tons of little furry eyes popping out from all the misquotes. We finally make it to Alcove Springs it looks like a friendly place. It was very pretty with the glistening water it is very refreshing. Our wagon train met some friendly travelers who were camping just like us which was nice. All the natives were very friendly but our wagon train as I said is still afraid.
After three days of staying in Alcove Springs fully rested we set off for Fort Kearney. We were moving along platte river for five days everything fine and dandy until I hit a giant rock with my wagon which sent half our stuff in the wagon flying with a big, "clash". I first checked to see if my family was alright, which they were and then I saw the cat who got his tail half chopped of by the trunk crushing it. I decided to chop off the half of the tail that was crushed. As for the wagon, it was just a broken tire. I was lucky another person on the wagon train had a spare I told them I'd pay them
All the men on the wagon train undo the nightly corral and we round up all the animals inside the corral. The women of the wagon train fix up a mighty big breakfast so we will have our energy for the day. The pancakes look black with tons of little furry eyes popping out from all the misquotes. We finally make it to Alcove Springs it looks like a friendly place. It was very pretty with the glistening water it is very refreshing. Our wagon train met some friendly travelers who were camping just like us which was nice. All the natives were very friendly but our wagon train as I said is still afraid.
After three days of staying in Alcove Springs fully rested we set off for Fort Kearney. We were moving along platte river for five days everything fine and dandy until I hit a giant rock with my wagon which sent half our stuff in the wagon flying with a big, "clash". I first checked to see if my family was alright, which they were and then I saw the cat who got his tail half chopped of by the trunk crushing it. I decided to chop off the half of the tail that was crushed. As for the wagon, it was just a broken tire. I was lucky another person on the wagon train had a spare I told them I'd pay them