Honey Polo’s Adventures in the Gobi
Harrow International School Hong Kong, Philippa Jamison, Fiction: Group 1
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here was a man called Marco Polo, who had a dog called Honey. That’s me. I am Honey;
Marco Polo’s dog. The Doge, the ruler of Venice, asked him to get some nutmegs and tea.
While Marco Polo was packing his bag and getting ready to go along the Silk Road to
China for the tea and nutmegs, I sneaked into his backpack, so he ended up taking me
along with him.
After many weeks of walking, we came to the Gobi Desert. It was an isolated shrivelled-up
place. Luckily we met some nomads. They were very hospitable, so we spent the night with them.
That night, one of their pregnant camels went missing, so I crept out of the yurt and I found
some snow leopards. I asked them if they had seen any camels. They said no, but they also knew
someone who had very good eyesight. Went up to see the Golden Eagle to see if he could see the
camels. He could not see very well at night, so we had to wait until the morning. In the morning
the eagle soared over the sky to see if he could see any camels. He saw a fox, a wolf and a camel -
it was the camel we were looking for. Marco Polo and the nomads were also looking for the camel.
One of the nomads had an eagle and it was also looking for the camel too. The wolf was coming
closer, so the eagles attached the fox and scared the wolf away. Then they took the camel home.
The eagles also fell in love. Later they married and had a baby eagle.
Near the town of Turfan I sniffed out a dinosaur egg in the ground, and I dug it out. I wanted
to hatch the egg so I warmed it up on my fur. When it hatched, a baby velociraptor waddled out!
He sat on my back and grabbed my fur. Then he flapped his wings, and we started to fly! He rose
up over the land-locked golden-brown desert, then over the Great Wall and into Xian at the end of
the Silk Road. He put me down on the ground, and I grabbed some nutmegs and tea. Then we flew
back to Marco.
I couldn’t feel the nutmegs in my paws. I looked down and saw a jerboa playing with them.
We chased him down a gold mine, where Marco found lots of gold and also got the nutmegs back.
We headed back to Venice, and we met the Doge. The Doge was a little tired waiting for her tea
and nutmegs for 9 years, but she was pleased to get the gold! She said “this meat is a bit tasteless.
I think I need some salt and pepper. Where do you get salt and pepper from? ....”.
