The Valley of the Dragon
Good Hope Primary School cum Kindergarten, Yip Hoi Tung, Fiction: Group 2
H
ello, my name is Sheep. I’m ten years old now. I have a strong father: Ming, he works
at the camel rides in the Gobi Desert. A beautiful mother: Mei, she dusts our home and
looks after us. And also my three siblings: Moon, Sun, and Star.
Also, when Father and Sun are at the rides, Mother and Moon stitching stuff and
looking after Star, I went to my secret place to play.
It’s called the Valley of the Dragons.
I love to play with sand and small rocks and finding dinosaur bones and eggs there, I’m glad
it’s mine.
Then one day, when I was playing there again, some strange people came with strange tools.
I was horrified. Did Sun tell them I stole his boots and they’ve come to kill me? I quickly hid
behind a rock.
Peeping out of the rock, I saw them stopping not far from me and began to dig with their
tools. Dig, dig, dig…then one of them bent down and took out…a dinosaur bone! My dinosaur
bone! I was furious.
“What are you doing, digging up my dinosaur bones?”
The people stopped their digging and stared at me.
“Nothing,” one of them finally said, scowling, “and this is not yours.”
I could do nothing but watch as they gathered up a few more bones and jumped into their
jeep, driving away.
I let them go, I still got plenty of bones to myself, and they would never come back with me
guarding here.
I was wrong.
They came the next day, and the day after that, and so on.
Each time, they’ll take a huge bagful of bones and eggs with them. Well, if all the bones and
eggs are gone in the future, blame those bad people.
But worse things are to come.
After some time, when those people came again, they had a big machine along with them. It
dug up tons and tons of bones and eggs every single day. I believe that the bones and eggs would
be gone much faster.
After they did this for one or two days, I knew I’ve got to do something. I want my future wife
and children to know this wonderful place…okay, maybe Moon’s and Sun’s and Star’s too. And
then my grandchildren will know here, and my…you get what I mean, right?
So when I got home, I stole a ragged piece of cloth, squeezed some lamb blood onto my forefinger,
and I began to draw my thoughts about how my children will never see this wonderful place.
After I finished it, I rolled it up and slipped it into my jacket I would wear to the Valley of
the Dragons.
When I went to bed that night, I clenched my fists: I must succeed.
The next morning, I went to the Valley of the Dragons as usual. But this time, I stood boldly
in everyone’s sight, determined written all over my face, ready to face them.
When they finally came, they had no machine with them, and these are not the same people,
