When i was a child i would go every summer on a camping holiday with my parents and brother. One summer we went camping deep in the heart of the Polish forests. My brother and I went to the nearby river that runs through the forest to do some fishing. As we were sitting and waiting for the fish to bite, a wolf appeared not too far away from us which made my brother jump and he fell into the cold river. Thankfully the wolf was scared off by the splash my brother made. It's a good thing that my brother is a very strong swimmer so he had no problem in getting back to the river bank and climbing out. After we caught some fish we went back to the campsite where our parents were waiting and we cooked the fish we had caught over our camp fire. We ate the fish with bread and pickled gherkins and it tasted very nice. The following morning we all got up very early to go into the forest and collect mushrooms to have for dinner. We had to be careful not to pick any bad mushrooms that would make us ill.
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