New Tales of Gobi Desert:
Letter to the Gobi Desert
Baptist (Sha Tin Wai) Lui Ming Choi Primary School, Wong Yi Ki Erica, Fiction: Group 2
I
t was the winter holidays. I was bored out of my mind. I guess it wasn’t normal, since all my
friends were all having fun. But I really had nothing to do. I had done all that was possible. I
was an adventurous person and that personality always got me in trouble.
Just then I heard the mail boy on his bike. So I decided to go get the mail.
The mail boy pushed the letters through the slot of the mailbox carelessly. One letter fell out
at my feet. I shook my head at his clumsiness. Picking up the letter, I saw that it was addressed to
me. Finally, something to do!
I was so eager that I ripped it open and started reading there. But when I got to the end of the
letter, I was confused. Here’s what the letter said:
Dear Mr. Jake,
Congratulations! You are invited to a trip to the Gobi Desert. To enter, you only have to say, ‘I
agree’, and you will experience the adventure of a lifetime!
Sincerely,
Sir Geoffrey
Chairman, Association for Desert Survivors
P.S. Mr. Jake, we assure you this is NOT a joke.
I was really honored to get this letter, but what was it all about?
Highly suspicious.
I read the letter again and again. I was curiously tempted. Before I knew it, I was saying the
two words.
‘I agree!’
Nothing happened at first. I was relieved. Then I heard a whoosh and a sandstorm suddenly
whipped up. I was caught up in the swirling sand and was whisked away. Before I could shout for
help, I felt a jolt and landed in an undignified way in Gobi Desert.
I looked around. The Gobi was yellow, dry and HOT. Gazelles were grazing on some plants. A
few camels were walking around.
I was pondering what to do when I heard a voice squawking, ‘About time! You’re very, very late.’
I looked up and saw a golden eagle looking down at me. Then it opened its mouth and started
complaining more.
I was horrified. I started screaming but the eagle slapped a wing over my mouth. ‘Shh! I’m
your tour guide for this trip. Trust me, you’re going to need my help!’ it squawked. ‘I’m George, by
