A Tale of the Wind
Lingnan University Alumni Association (H.K.) Primary School, Isabel Mueller, Fiction: Group 2
L
ong ago, there were two windstorms; one was big and strong, one was small and weak.
They lived in the harsh terrain of the Gobi Desert. The small one was helpful and kind,
but the strong one loved to make trouble.
One day, a young man called Tom had to travel through the Gobi Desert to find his
father because his mother had just died. It was a long, hard journey through the desert. It was so
dry and hot that Tom had drunk all of his water and had nothing to drink.
Tom had walked for so long that he was very tired. He had lost his compass on his journey
through the orange sands. Then Tom thought, “Should I go back home and bring more water and
a new compass?” When he turned back he saw only sand that stretched on for miles and miles. He
decided to continue on.
The young man walked for days without finding or drinking any water. At one point he
thought he saw a cactus but as he got closer he realised it was just a shrivelled plant. Many hours
later, he saw an oasis. He ran to it as fast as he could but there was no water in it, not a single
drop. Tom felt miserable, tired and thirsty, he passed out.
Suddenly, a windstorm crept over the desert. Tom woke up and crawled across the sand, as he
had slept a snake had slithered next to him. He gasped with fear; he had no energy to escape from
the snake. Once again the wind blew, and swept Tom up into the air, it carried him to a safe place;
a cave amongst the dunes. Tom was so shocked, tired and thirsty that he passed out once again.
The windstorm was the kindly small windstorm, it blew some rainwater towards Tom.When
Tom woke up he drank the water thirstily and put some in his empty bottle. He heard a voice echo
in the wind, “Are you OK? I am the small wind storm.” Tom gasped, “You saved me? Thank you!”
The small windstorm replied, “Yes, I saved you. You are welcome. I know where you want to go.
I’ll blow you there through the giant desert but it will take a while because I’m only small.” Tom
answered happily, “Thank you!”
The big windstorm knew what the small windstorm had done. He was very angry, he wanted
no one to escape the Gobi desert and he wanted Tom to die there. So he gathered his strength and
caused the desert to become very hot in the day and very cold during the night time.
It was near noon as the small wind storm blew Tom towards the end of the Gobi Desert.
Suddenly it became blisteringly hot, Tom was sure that he had never felt so hot before. The
small windstorm looked around the desert for some rain or water, but the heat had caused it to
evaporate. The small windstorm knew what had happened, it was the big windstorm! The small
windstorm was furious. “Let us find shelter from this heat and wait for night fall” suggested Tom.
The small windstorm agreed and they quickly found shelter from the harsh sun.
In the middle of the night, they awoke, it was freezing cold! “We must leave the desert
now! You will not survive if we don’t act quickly” cried the small windstorm. So with all his
might the small windstorm blew Tom up in the air and headed towards the edge of the desert.
As the windstorm blew, Tom noticed something. The small windstorm was getting bigger and
bigger, stronger and stronger! The small windstorm became more and more powerful and the big
windstorm who watched from a distance found that he was becoming weaker.
The big windstorm screamed with rage, he had now become a small windstorm.
