Fiction: Group 2
Secret Hong Kong
Discovery Mind Primary School, Yiu, Jinghin Josh - 9, Fiction: Group 2
andion!”
“Haliaetus!”
“Pandion!”
“Haliaetus!”
Near a river, a young bird was hatching. It was an osprey. A hawk – like creature. It may also be called,
Pandion Haliaetus.
“Come on Thrasher, Pandion!” argued the father of the hatching offspring.
“Ripclaw, we talked about this. It should be Haliaetus.” said the mother of the chick, which was starting
come out.
“Pandion is the first part of the name, it sounds bolder, Stronger, Mightyer!
The female raptor wondered if that made sense. She squinted. She ran out of arguments. But she didn’t give
up. They continued to quarrel.
A tree snake slithered up the branch. It struck the chick with its head, knocking the helpless creature down
to the ground. It shrieked. The long monster hissed and snapped at the chick. The apparently clever
hatchling grabbed a stone from the rocky ground and rammed it in the enormous, gaping jaw of the snake.
It hissed and lunged towards the poor, unfortunate creature. Then, like a bolt of lightning, a white missile
slashed the reptile in half. On top of the snake’s corpse stood a tall hawk. A brahminy kite to be exact. The
young chick stared in wonder.
“Come on young one, we have work to do,” he said. That’s where the adventure started. The hawk lifted
him in his talons. He flew away. In one claw, a young raptor. In the other, a fresh meal.
Soon, the raptor landed on the ICC.
“Time to begin buddy,” he said quietly. “First let’s name you.”
In less than an hour, he had been named, taught how to speak and fly. It was a miracle. Ripper, that was
the chick’s name, began to speak.
“What’s your name master?” he asked anxiously. The kite told him not to call him master. He now simply
called him Claw, because that was his name. He was very nice and treated Ripper like a son. They lived
together on the very top of the ICC in Hong Kong. Months passed, Ripper grew and grew.
One evening, they decided to visit the rest of the city. On a neon coloured board there was a message, “Buy
Pollu-Stop! The latest pollution stopping spray! Spray and…save the world!”
There was a factory next to it. They peered through the windows. Something was wrong.
“Stay!”
Claw smashed his razor sharp claws into the window, catching the attention of the workers.
“Hey it’s an eagle!” one worker yelled.
“Actually, it is a kite. A…”
The worker didn’t get to finish his sentence because the third man boxed him in the face. He fainted. Claw
slashed at the worker’s face. The worker nervously grabbed a spray container of Pollu-Stop and sprayed
him. Claw was paralyzed. It was not a spray, but a paralyzing mixture! The man tried to spray Ripper, but
he missed. Although he didn’t notice, Ripper had Pollu-Stop! on his tail. He flew and flew. He flapped and
flapped. Finally, he stopped near a pond, the only safe place an osprey could stay in. What he didn’t realize
was that he would be paralyzed in exactly five hours and twenty-eight minutes. He needed an antidote fast.
“SSS!” Ripper jerked his head to see what it was. Then he saw his tail and gasped. He saw nothing else. He
paced forward slowly. He turned around and saw a toad. It croaked plaintively. It hopped towards a green
shrub. Ripper followed it. It croaked again. Out of the corner of his eye, was a silhouette. He turned
around. He saw a cobra. It hissed.
“SSScrrhsmsnsssshhs!”
Ripper blinked.
“Oh, you don’t speak “SSSSS!” do you. Well, I can speak your language too!”
He seemed friendly. He spoke.
“My name is Ripper,” he spoke maturely. “What’s yours?”
“I am Dr. Slithererer,” he had an obvious accent.
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