Jaist
German Swiss International School, Sylvanna Poon, Fiction: Group 2
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y name is Jaist and I am going to tell you how once, I was an innocent lamb and
how in one day, I turned into a brave, young sheep.
I remember from the second I was born, that I was cooed over by my relatives
and spoilt by my aunts and uncles. How I loved snuggling into Mother’s lush, forest
of wool that. But after that day, I started guarding my family with the ferocity of a warrior. This
is the tale that all the sheep from near and far tell their kin.
The morning had just dawned on the desert and Jaist fluttered his eyes open to a round,
amber sun. He was merely a lamb at that time, and he stayed close to the curious humans and the
safety of their yurts.
It was in the middle of the afternoon when it happened. The Gobi Desert was full of wolves,
and sheep were the wolves’ main source of prey. Just then, a wolf was spotted by Jaist’s mother.
She looked into the wolf’s livid, red eyes and immediately turned tail and ran. The whole herd
kicked up sand as they ran for their lives, the hungry wolf pursuing them. They thought they
were saved when Ganzorig, their master’s faithful son, came charging at the wolf, clenching a
stick. Their thumping hearts calmed down once again as the herd gazed awestruck at the brave
boy. But the boy’s small size put him at a disadvantage, for it was clear that the wolf had scared
him too, so he turned heel and ran back to safety.
The sheep were panicking again, as the wolf’s blurry shape came back into vision. Suddenly
an idea flowed through Jaist’s mind, and he bleated it to his fellow sheep. There was a quick
second of hesitation, before the herd followed him and headed towards the Oasis.
To Jaist, it felt like a thousand years had passed, when finally the pool of clear, blue water
appeared before him. There was always a heavenly feeling in this Oasis. Lush vines flowed down
like a girl’s lock of hair, green trees sprung up out of the sand and dew dripped down the rainbow
of flowers that bloomed there. Jaist snapped back into reality and continued to race like the wind
towards their sanctuary. Then, the herd spotted a figure with a bucket in hand, the master!
“Baaa,” bleated the herd in harmony. The master turned his head to see his own sheep running
towards him with a wolf snapping at their heels. The master placed his hands into his bag and fished
out a lethally, sharp knife. Next, a silver shape flew over the sheep and landed in the wolf’s body.
Jaist felt a sickening splash a warm blood landing on his nose, but he was also very happy for it.
From that day on, Jaist was proclaimed a hero for his cunningness, bravery and boldness.
