Search For The Death Worm
Harrow International School Hong Kong, Jake Brockwell, Fiction: Group 2
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y name is Tom. My Dad is an explorer who’s looking for the fabled acid-spitting,
electric - shocking Mongolian Death Worm. His arch rival is Dr. Farrier. Dad brought
me and my friend Bobby along to stay with Cepix, a shepherd living in the Gobi
desert.
It was a 2 day car ride then a 3 day horse ride south from Ulan Bator to
Cepix’ ger. Dad took all of the horses and went to look for the worm. He said he would be back
before dark the next day.
Bobby and I woke up to the sound of sheep and the smell of roasted yak.
After breakfast we went outside into the dry, hot air and practiced archery. We loaded our
bows with Mongolian whistle arrows. Bobby accidentally shot, I heard the whistling coming
towards me! I ducked, the arrow hit a strange thing behind me. There was a big hiss. I turned
around. The thing was blood red, it had spikes all over its body and spat acid at us. A Mongolian
Death Worm! It jumped out of the sand and grabbed a sheep, it then ate it alive and disappeared
into the ground...
We set out to find Dad and tell him about the worm. After a few miles we walked down a hill.
It was steep. I fell into a deep hole.
Was I in a worm hole? I thought. Then I saw them. The rare berries the worm was supposed
to like, and, lots of scorpions???! Oh no! I’m in a scorpion nest!
I quickly picked the berries and
shouted up to Bobby. The scorpions were getting closer! Bobby threw down a vine and I started to
climb. Then the biggest scorpion swiped its tail at me. Whew! It missed. I climbed out and we ran
back to the ger.
After a lunch of yak we went outside and held a 15-round wrestling contest. Here’s the list of
wins: Bobby 7, me 1, Bobby 7. It was getting dark. Where’s Dad? He should be here by now!
The next day Dad still wasn’t home, where could he be?
Then Bobby asked “Could it be Farrier,
since he’s your enemy?” Dr.Farrier! I thought.
“You’re a genius Bobby!” I said.
Bobby, Cepix and I set off to find Dad. We had yak to eat and yak milk to drink. Half way to
Farrier’s camp we saw Death Worm again! It looked angry! We dropped our bags and ran! And so
the worm was left to eat our food...
Suddenly Bobby tripped and started rolling down the dune. He bumped into the worm! I
covered my eyes and feared the worst. It attacked Bobby, its fangs bared, its snake-like body
coiled up to strike.
“The berries! The berries!” I shouted.
Bobby was frozen in fear, but I knew what to do. I ran down and ripped the berries out of the
bag, then I threw them into the worm’s mouth, it stopped attacking Bobby and started trying to
let us onto his back.
“What happened?” I asked Bobby.
