The Rancher

I was rounding up my sheep when I heard the wolves howl. “These are my sheep,” I hollored and shot my rifle in the air. The howling stopped. Then I heard a rustling in the trees. I froze in fear, staring in the distance. A giant blob monster knocked over every tree in site and was now staring at me with a gross green beady eye. My heart raced. I attempted to shoot but my rifle jammed. It swallowed me. I thought I was going to die. I shot again, and the monster is now a trophy on my wall.