The Food Chain
International Christian Quality Secondary and Primary School,
Tik Naomi Yin, Non-Fiction: Group 3
I
t’s a normal sunny day in the rough Gobi Desert. The heat rose from every single tiny golden
sand, up straight to the sky. Hard to believe that the heat was actually from above.
This may cost a little value for scientists to do research, but Howl didn’t care about it.
He was just a young wolf who only thonght about how to gain respect or even status in the
pack, like every wolf did. Under the dazzling sun, Howl was sniffing and tracking for any sense
of a hare so that he could hunt it down and bring it back to the pack’s place. They had competition
everyday. Whoever brought the most amount of prey back, that wolf would have a chance to be
promoted in the pack.
Howl was not a strong gray wolf at all, he had got an insensitive nose and a weak front leg,
that made him a joke and a target to bully among the strongest and fastest wolf in the pack.
Tonight, he couldn’t stand this anymore. “I’ve got to catch the biggest and fattest hare that the
pack has never found!!” Howl said to himself. Suddenly, he smelled the juicy sweet smell of a hare.
Not far from his current position. Soon Howl spotted his prey and began to lean closer and closer.
The hare stopped crewing its food and bounced as fast as it could. “YOU ARE MINE!! I’M NOT
GONNA LET YOU GO!!” Howl chased on.
The hare escaped to the edge of a rocky slope, upon thousands of sharp rocks and gaps. It
hopped down carefully between the stones. Howl ran as fast as he should. He caught up without a
thought,until he saw what was down there, but it was too late. He slipped down from the slope and
the corners hit his head and pierced his heart. The hare was safe, for now. It climbed back to its
plant and started eating again.
This slope was a place for death, simultaneously it was a place for living. In one of those
tiny inconspicuous gaps, there lived an eccentric jerboa called Silvishia. She was old and stinky,
hiding under the rocks and the light. One night she woke up and heard a big “BUP” sound and
smelled the smell of flesh and blood. “Food!!” She yelled with her wicked eyes glowing, crawled
out from her cramped gap. Just several steps had already made her breathless, “Ah... Ah... I’m old
now... maybe I should retire... a month... later...” Silvishia said to herself. Finally she reached the
dead body of a young and unhealthy gray wolf. She tore the largest piece of meat that she could
carry on her body and headed back to her gap.
“Sorry to interrupt your lunch, madam,” A strong voice came in, it was a male jerboa, a totally
stranger, an intruder.
“GET OUT!!” Silvishia hissed. Claws out.
“Hey, take it easy, madam. You will get a heart attack.”
“I DON’T CARE, GET OFF!!”
“Actually I wanna ask... Could you please share a piece of flesh with me?” The stranger
said carefully.
“... There’s a wolf, died just a moment ago, out there at the sharp rocks area. Quite a big wolf,
at least it’s enough for you to stuff your stomach. Go out and get it. I don’t mind you having your
meal here, but this piece is MINE,” Silvishia emphasized the word ‘mine’ intentionally, “don’t try
to take it away.”
