One summer I was jetskiing and was attacked by a 8-ft long octopus. It swallowed my jetski whole! I fought vicously. I saw a stick floating around and picked it up. I started wailing it at the octopus. It slapped me with its tentacles. I almost blacked out it hurt so bad. It finally gave up and swam away with my jetski in its stomach.
The next summer I went back to that lake. While I was swimming the same octopus attacked me again. It swallowed half my body before I grabbed onto the dock. I pulled with all my strength. It took alot of pulling and kicking. I grabbed a harpoon from fishing earlier. I stabbed the octopus over and over again. It finally went limp and I crawled out. I pulled it on the dock with all my might and pulleys from rocks,rope,and trees. It broke 5 trees and took an hour. I cut the jetski out and rode it around. I stuffed the octopus and hung it on my wall. It is still there and always reminds me of the day I fought and won against the 8-ft long octopus.
