New Tales of the Gobi Desert
Diocesan Preparatory School, Cheung Chun Hei Maurice, Fiction: Group 2
I
t was a hot day, the sun was so hot that it peeled your skin. But it did not stop the Smith
family from venturing into the hot, dry Gobi Desert.
(Music) ‘We are going on a summer holiday……’ the Smith family was enjoying the music
and the beautiful sand dunes. The roar of the engine was drowned by the heavy music,
stealing away the silence of the desert. Every wild animal was awakened by the loud engine and
the piercing sound of the music. Startled, the rats turned on their backs in anger and ran across
the sand dunes.
Far away from the happy family, on the tall mountains of the Desert, a huge bear was sleeping
soundly. This was unusual as Gobi bears are not very big. The bear’s fur was shaggy and grey
and he had the foulest odour imaginable. The bear had been asleep for decades and had not been
exposed to humans or woken up since 1945. The Smiths were one of the first humans to enter the
Gobi desert in the 21st century. The bear was awakened by their presence. The Smiths were in
danger because this bear could speak and had an army of millions of bears with guns. Its name
was Adolf Bear.
The family was not aware of what was ahead of them. Mr Smith was driving through the hot
desert, on his left sat his wife, Catherine. At the back were the Smith children, James and Mary.
They were chatting and laughing and their cheerful sound echoed across the grand valley. Mr
Smith was driving faster than usual. He could not wait to meet his friend, Ben, who lived in the
western part of the desert. Everything was fine until Mary shouted excitedly, ‘Look, dad! Look
at the golden rocks!’ Mr Smith looked around to see what happened. There were six golden rocks
standing in the sun. He drove up to the rocks to have a closer look.
‘If it’s gold, I’ll be a billionaire!’ The moment he touched the glittering gold rocks they
shattered into hundreds of golden scorpions. They had two big claws and a long body attached to
a swinging tail. Mr Smith jumped back in fright.
Mr Smith ran for his life. The scorpions rolled themselves into hundreds of golden balls and
were rolling after him at great speed. As he ran, beads of sweat trickled down his cheeks, he could
feel his heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath. When he got into the car, he quickly drove
away from the scorpions. ‘What’s the matter?’ asked Mrs Smith.
‘Scor……scorpions!’ Mr Smith stammered.
James shouted, ‘We have to get rid of these scorpions, we could go that way, but look, Dad!”
He pointed towards a small tornado, which was travelling slowly, it seemed even more dangerous.
Mr Smith nodded grimly. ‘It’s worth a try, it may not hit us.’
The tornado approached them slowly. It sounded hungry and angry and howled like a wolf.
Within seconds the family found themselves spinning in the air as the fierce tornado engulfed
them as if the car was a toy. The family screamed in fright as they were thrown around inside of
the car like chocolates in a box. The speed of the tornado tore the car in half separating the boys
from the girls. The girls were hurled out of the tornado and soared across the sky like arrows. The
boys were tossed out of the tornado in a completely different direction and plunged to the ground
with a fierce thump. They were knocked out. When they woke up, they were in Winston Snow
Leopard Churchill’s office. His name was on the door. ‘This is not the Gobi Desert, where are we?’
