henchmen took a round thing from his pocket and threw it at a fence, instantly incinerating the
wooden fortifications and making a big hole in the fences.
“Now that’s a real round bomb,” muttered I.
“Breadtam, turn the hands of the weapon of mass destruction to six twenty, the time now and
let’s die together!” yelled my father across the clearing and mess.
As quick as lightening, my uncle turned the hands of the “bomb” to that moment in time.
Everyone grasped their breaths as the humans shot darts at the crowd which made victims
unconscious on the ground.”
The bomb rang and rang and rang, but did not explode. The ringing sounds of it echoed
across the sand dunes around us.
“It was some old alarm clock lying in the desert after all.” Muttered I.
“Smack!” was a sound that I heard before a dart hit my side. Instantly, my head was dizzy and
my mind was unclear, everything seemed like a mirage before I crumpled to the ground, with the
screams and cries echoing in my ears.
The main point of such incident is not how foolishly the leopards acted in the case of a crisis
or in their normal lives. Yet this is a portrayal of how animals feel when their rights and neglected
and when they are maltreated. Animals are nothing to humans, they can do nothing to stop
the power of humans (e.g. the alarm clock and useless trap system), and it is up to the humans
ourselves when to stop. Animals all have their natural habitats, yet in contemporary ages, we
exploit them and the animals themselves for our own greed. Take the extracting of bile juice from
bears in China for example, or the skinning of furred animals in other countries as an ornament.
We rarely care about our own actions and what impact that is caused on our animal neighbours
and the natural environment though these innocent creatures have done nothing to us.
This is the society and world we are all living in at this very moment.
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