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A life as an Elephant

BANG! Suddenly, another elephant comes crashing down. Our breed of elephant was under attack! Every year, 600,000 get killed. I am in the Savannah. It is lonely and the only company I have to escape with are my friends Leo, Theo and my calf, Thomas. Sadly my wife died for her tusks. We have planned that tonight we should make a quick escape and search long and hard through the desert until we find a place where nobody would dare to come-apart from us.

 As night fell, we headed off until we saw a safari. I think. But these people had guns so we stopped. Nervously I, Leo, Theo and Thomas crept like mice through the never ending Savannah. As we walked on and on and on we started to see some dead elephants lying on the floor with their skin scraped off and their tusks-gone! We realised this may be our final night so we made the most of it.

“Are we there yet?” called Thomas.

I replied “A couple more hours son, and we’ll be safe and sound.”

I was lying, I did not know when we would get there, if he would be safe and sound and how long it was going to be.

As we walked on I saw a drinking puddle so I let Thomas splash around and have fun while the rest of us had a little to drink.

 
“Ah, that’s better,” croaked Leo.

It was getting dark so we decided to have a little rest. At midnight, we were off again. One of us was missing! Thank god it was not Thomas.

“Where is Theo!” screamed Leo.

We all stopped. Before us, was Theo lying on the floor. Quickly, before we had time to feel sorry for Theo, we fled. If the poachers caught us then we would all be like poor Theo. When we got a good two hundred metres away we stopped. We were sadder than great aunt Petunia’s  death. A tear drizzled down all of our faces. It’s like the holocaust, one elephant dies, one escapes. One elephant dies, one escapes. I felt like we were not safe so we carried on.

Finally after a huge night it was daybreak. We all had a feeling that this was a lucky day. The sun exploded above the sand mountains with light. We walked on. Around we just saw sand. Just the yellow, pale, stony stuff known as sand. In front of us, in the distance stood some trees.

Thomas yelled “Look, look. Tree’s, trees.”

We were all so relieved. As we got there, we all made our selves at home. I guess it was all worth while. Hopefully here there will not be any poachers or dead animals. We are already getting ready for our first meal.

For me I learned I lesson from all of this, It was to pick were you want to live wisely, and you can be smarter than you think.   

 

 

Phoenix, aged 9, Notting Hill