Write a creative narrative imagining yourself as a member of one of these communities reflecting what you have learned about pastoral societies. your narrative should be at least 250 words in length.

This is kind of based of of the one above but I added a couple different details. Feel free to change it up before you submit it.

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I was awakened by the loud cries of what sounded like my sheep. What is going on? i thought to myself. Suddenly, a loud yelp brought me to my senses and I jumped up, though still tired, and ran outside. Sure enough, there was a rabid, angry fox chasing around my animals.

This is the kind of thing us pastoral nomads hate. We would do anything to protect our animals, but we never imagined having to risk our lives for them. We never intended to eat them, they keep us busy and make good company.

"No!" I yelled as the fox lunged towards one of my sheep.  I grabbed my staff and ran towards the fox. My heart raced as I got closer, i have never done such a thing before. I struck down on the fox about 10 times until it collapsed to the floor. I picked mu poor little sheep up and held it in my arms. I rounded up my animals and vowed to move to prevent such a situation from happening again. The next day, remembering what had happened the night before, I gathered all my belongings. I informed my family about what had occurred and they agreed that it was better to move to a new location. The hot sun blazed as my family and I walked for miles and miles searching for a flat plain to settle on.

"Here it is." My father spoke, and we gathered near. It was near a small stream which was ideal for watering our crops and feeding our animals. Murmurs of agreement filled the air.

By the next week, we were settled in and had planted our crops. My mother was out in the fields while I, a young man was attending to our sheep and cows. I did this every single day, its what makes me happy. This was our way of life, women working out in the fields, And men attending to the animals. The children will be children, running around doing whatever they want. This was the way of life in our small community, and we wouldn't want it any other way.

answer; ///i believe that the correct answer is (c)odysseus journey home after the trojan

name two ways organisms join a population and two ways organisms leave a population. two ways organisms join a population are birth rate and immigration. two ways they leave are death rate and emigration.

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