When you’re a dinosaur, you’ve got to protect the dinosaur land

On a sunny spring day, I was in the middle of a tour of the Shenandoah National Park in Maryland, the world’s largest protected land.

In the distance, I could see a few herds of deer.

As I drove down a hill, a large deer carcass was slowly rolling in front of me.

The sound of the animal’s heavy breathing startled me.

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder, where it was standing, ready to attack me. 

The deer was a little too close, so I pulled over to avoid the collision.

As soon as I turned around, the deer grabbed my arm, and it dragged me into the woods, with a growl and growling. 

I had just driven up the hill and been waiting for this moment for hours.

I’ve been told I was a “danger to the public.”

That’s not accurate, but the way I felt after the incident was different from when I first got into the car.

I’d never felt like I was under attack before, but here I was, being attacked by a predator.

When I got home, I got the news: I’d been attacked by an aggressive, deer-toting, antler-nosed, leopard-like animal.

I don’t know how I got there, but I’m glad it happened.

The incident was my first experience with a “wild animal.”

When I first learned that I was the victim of a violent attack by a deer, I thought it would be a bad story.

But as I learned more about the animal, I realized that it was a predator that had been hunting deer for hundreds of years.

When you see animals attacking each other, you want to run, even if you’re not the one that was attacked. 

While I was at the National Park, I met a local man named Steve, who’s a hunter.

Steve was there to learn how to handle the deer, and he gave me a lesson in how to safely handle the animal.

The next day, after my tour, I went to the National Wildlife Refuge.

I went up to the gate to get my tickets and was asked to put my dog tag in my car.

After I gave my dog tags, I found a bear, who approached me.

He wasn’t aggressive, but he was obviously hungry.

After the bear was dead, I put my car back into gear and drove to the wildlife refuge.

As I drove, I looked over to see a white wolf, which I didn’t recognize.

But after about two hours of waiting, I finally got the message.

I was approached by an adult male bear.

The bear was really aggressive, and I felt threatened.

I decided to fight back and used my dog’s tags to get him away from me.

After several minutes, I noticed that the bear wasn’t moving at all.

I tried to push him away, but instead of going away, he started to eat me.

After I’d given the bear the bad news, I decided it was time to go home and let my dogs get some rest.

After that, I took my dog to the refuge.

When I got back to my car, the bear had left. I didn