An Animal Tale of the Gobi Desert
Shak Chung Shan Memorial Catholic Primary School, Chau Hui Tung, Fiction: Group 2
H
i! I’m Jacob and I have such long legs that my friends look so teeny to me. My neck is
still short but it will grow longer when I become an adult. I also have a hill on my back
where Tommy and Mandy always sit on. Can you guess what am I? I am a camel. Tommy
is little as a rat that’s why he is called the kangaroo rat. He has an elongated tail too.
Mandy is a meerkat and she can stand on her two feet. I am going to tell you an amazing story.
We were born in the wavy sand dunes of the Gobi Desert and we lived with our family ever
since we born. The desert feels like a blazing fire in the day. On the other hand, it’s chilly and
biting cold at night. There are Chainfruit Chollas, Mojave Asters and all kinds of cactus so we
never worried about our food and water.
But now, there are changes. Human are destroying the desert for their own good. The number
of people is increasing in the world so people start to build houses in the desert because there
aren’t enough space in the cities. This is a disaster we desert animals had never faced before.
People have forced us to leave or even more cruel, to be killed.
There were killings every single day and families of the desert animals who we once knew
were disappearing one by one. Their meat and skins were taken by the humans for food and coats.
Their bones were discovered weeks after they died.
The humans were deaf to our anger. Sadness and anger replaced the laughter and joy among
us. We decided to act before the humans could capture and kill any of us again. Only one choice
was clear to us – challenge the humans or wait for our turn to be captured or killed.
“You know what? I can’t bear this any longer,” cried Tommy. “Me neither,” Mandy agreed
tearfully. “What awfully cruel creatures those humans are,” I thought to myself silently.
I peered out of the cave where we huddled. The tents of the humans were not very far away
from us. I could see smoke coming from their tents. There were lots of plants between our cave
and the tents. I soon discovered that the best way to get to the tents is to dig tunnels. Then, we
could frighten them away with creepy shadows, kicking and biting noises. The animals are ready
to fight back.
All the desert animals rallied together to fight for their homes. After working for our lives
under the flaming sun to plan for this fight, we were all cottonmouthed and tired so we laid down
on the golden sands to take a break.
Soon, the tunnels were dug. Everything was done and we set off in the freezing night. Once
we were outside the human’s tents, everyone attacked. We lit a huge bonfire right outside the tents
and we kicked the ground and bit grass to make noises and ran around the fire crazily to cast
shadows. Finally, the humans ran away as fast as their legs could carry them and never looked
back. That night, we declared that victory was ours.
We were glad that not a single camel or kangaroo rat or meerkat was hurt by human in the
great battle. Peace was back and we lived on as we did before the humans came. The battle lives
on, passed down from animal to animal as the Great Animal Battle of the Gobi Desert.
Animals from every corner of the desert came for refuge and to hear of this great battle.
No human dared to come closer to the Gobi Desert after that. Well... at least there won’t be any
humans living in the Gobi Desert as long as the animals pass on their spirits to their children.
