After a while, he finally found a small raspberry bush. To him, it was like finding gold. Although he was starving, Henrik knew he needed to be very careful. Carefully, he cut the bush off of its roots and carried it back to camp. He then boiled some water to be sure it was clean and let it cool down. Once it was cool and he knew he wouldn't burn his hand, Henrik took the raspberries off of the bush and cleaned them in the water. After that, he could finally, safely, eat his first meal that wasn't fish since he was ditched. The raspberries were so good that Henrik was inspired to find more good food. Meat. Henrik hadn't had meat for all this time, either. A bird Henrik thought. He had no way to catch it. He had no tools other than a small knife that was almost worn down from using it so much. He didn't want to waste it making such a large tool, like a bow, that required many arrows and might not even work. I need to think more positively. Creatively. Henrik thought. I have two great tools right on my arms. He through looking at his hands. Henrik put his knife back in his shelter and left to look for a bird. It took him the best part of the afternoon to even spot a bird. Then he saw it. He came across a flock with at least twenty birds! Before he tried to get one, he stopped himself. Once he went for one, the rest would fly …show more content…
Henrik was unsure of it, but he would take the chance that the pilot wanted to hurt him rather than die in the woods. The pilot told him to get on the plane, but Henrik turned around, saying he needed to grab one thing. He ran into his tent and picked up the knife. It seemed useless now that it was rusted, but it was what saved his life. Maybe he could get it fixed, but it was to important to him. Maybe back home, he could get it fixed. Henrik put the knife into his back pocket and ran to the