Fiction: Group 3
The serpent studied us both and after a few minutes, he finally said, ’You want to go to Hong Kong, yes?’
‘We want that very much.’ we said, nodding.
‘Here we go. I suppose you want advice?’
‘Why not?’
He considered that for a moment. Then he said, ‘I could, but…’
‘What?’ I was already very impatient at this.
‘I want food, of course. You don’t suppose anyone could chat with an empty stomach, right? Fish would
do. I want two good big fishes.’
After a bit of hunting, we finally got to the main subject.
‘I am the guardian of this ocean, ‘it began ‘for five hundred years. There used to be a lot of fishes and many
different species of it too! It was a good life.’
He sighed, chomped out a big chunk of fish, and continued.
‘Then the humans came. I am still very young, but my older cousins said they had seen everything. The
humans never stopped polluting.’
Sad. I had countered pollution in many occasions. The hermit crabs hid in bottle caps. I had once
thought to discover a seashell, only to find it a shard of metal.
‘I feel for you, big guy. Now, about the information to Hong Kong…’
‘Oh, it’s there,’ he said, pointing to a distant glimmer of light with his tail. ’But do remember: do not
pollute. Well, time to say goodbye. It felt good telling that bit of story. You see, I made this survival game.
‘What!’ It seemed impossible, but at the same time, it made sense. Tim wasn’t that fortunate though; he
staggered and nearly fainted.
‘But how…and why?’
‘Well it was tough, but I had a few helpers. Plus, I had a little magic in me. As for why, I think you know.
Thank you for the snack anyway, and the patience. A gift for you…’He swished his tail and two sapphires
appeared in our hands.
‘So farewell my friends! I do hope you can get to the finish.
After the great serpent swam away, we rowed to the great metropolis, where a man was waiting to present
us the grand prize.
