Fiction: Group 2
Playhouse. And it would also mean no more mourning over the loss of my parents at their graves. I couldn’t
stand that, even if it meant no school. Less freedom, our joyful world disrupted by the construction of
mankind, a model of wood and steel ruining our perfect river. I couldn’t let that happen!
A cold thought began to form in my mind; a thought that might solve the mystery of how my parents died.
The humans were bound to send boulders tumbling down, with their hammers and wooden planks. They
must have crushed my parents!
My vision went red with anger. My hatred directed at the humans charged me with adrenaline, and I shot
through the water like a bullet.
“Wait! Where are you going?” Ian cried.
“I’m going to obliterate this bridge.” I didn’t recognize my voice. It was full with sorrow, hatred and anger.
It wasn’t fair! Humans couldn’t do whatever they wanted to do! They already had the whole world in their
hands! But they wanted more!
I spotted the bridge, but as I zoomed up close, I just gaped in shock
The bridge was a massive construction of delicate wooden planks and columns of steel. Wire looped
through holes, holding the bridge together. I could see a thin layer of rock, glass, and many other materials I
didn’t recognize.
“It’s magnificent,” I gasped. I felt bad at having to destroy the bridge, but I’d already made a solemn oath.
I spied a hole large enough for a pink dolphin to slip through. I compressed my body, and pushed through
the layer of seaweed that surrounded the hole. I swam smoothly through the tunnel, avoiding jagged rocks.
Pink dolphins are
very
flexible, so it was relatively easy.
I swam until I entered a cavern. There was a wall of wood blocking the tunnel. I channelled all my energy
and rammed into the wood again and again.
Suddenly, I heard a number of clicks.
Bob and Ian burst into the cavern, along with all the other pink
dolphins!
Together, as a team, we slammed into the wood, over and over, until a
creak
was heard.
The wood splintered into dust, and it caused all the other poles and parts of the bridge to collapse. We were
safe in the cavern but we could see it very clearly. Glass smashing, metal groaning, wood splintering--it was
beautiful. Then it was all done, and all the dolphins cheered. The noise was deafening.
