Краткий пересказ Close Encounters by Boris Adropov
Last summer my dad and I decided to go camping. The mountain
trail was not easy.
An hour later we found the perfect spot and put up our tent. Then
we both looked for firewood. Suddenly we heard a strange noise.
It was a low moaning sound, as if a creature was in pain. We
froze. The noise became louder so we dropped the wood and
ran as fast as we could back to our tent. Unfortunately,
tripped on a rock and twisted my leg. My dad dragged
me back into the tent and then he called for help.
Thirty minutes later a ranger came to pick us up. We felt
relieved. I ended up with a sore ankle. We never found
out what that noise was.
