Continue reading “Should Animals in Zoos stay in Captivity all their lives?”
THE POOR ANIMALS being born in an enclosure and living in it for all their lives, why wouldn’t it want to escape into the wilderness? I obviously agree that, for the safety of the animals’ mental health, animals born into a zoo enclosure for captivity should later be set free so that they can actually experience the dangers of the wild, and be athletic and not gradually turn into a lazy slouch of an animal.
THE smells, shouting, excitement and tension in the air on my schools’ “Athletic Sorts Day” is overwhelming; mostly to the students actually participating on the day. The clothes worn are usually green, yellow or purple shirts; the female students wear skorts; which are shorts mixed with skirts; and the male students wear regular T-shirts and shorts with sport shoes or running shoes. Continue reading “Do you enjoy Athletic Sports Day?”
My books, evidently, have meant a lot to me over the past years. Whenever I am particularly bored, I simply retrieve a book from the top of my bookshelf. It could be any book-science fiction to picture ones to chapter books.
I beamed at my piano teacher, and began playing the first lines of ‘Canon in D Major’ by Johann Pachelbel, arranged by Fred Kern. My teacher’s foot repeatedly hit the ground, like a metronome. Shortly after she had explained how and when to play the notes, she asked,” So you understand it now?” I nodded quietly.
” Very good; now we shall look at the Menuett by Mozart.”
Adeline furrowed her brow as she checked her plastic wrist-watch, for the third time that afternoon. The time still showed two-twenty-nine, as it had previously one hour ago.
Out of curiosity, Adeline carefully stepped downstairs and into the kitchen. She immediately strode over to the clock hanging on the wall opposite the windows. The time on there showed two-thirty. “Al this time, has only one minute passed?” She muttered in disbelief as she checked her wristwatch again.
“This is becoming stupid,” decided Adeline.”I’d better call Sylvia and ask her what in the world is happening to the assortment of clocks.” Continue reading “What Would Happen if all the Clocks stopped?”
“Sophie…Sophie, come and eat me! My delicious, crispy leaves are beyond your taste buds!”
The faint, lettuce smells from my dinner table always satisfy my nose. This is why I have always treasured the Crispy Iceberg lettuce.
Firstly, fresh, thoroughly washed lettuce is wonderfully healthy. They are a flavourable taste to the mouth, and easily disintegrate into shreds. I can eat with just about everything-a range from serving it with spaghetti to dumplings.
Although, I just absolutely HATE red chilli peppers. I only have had one once, but even the tiniest microscopic piece made my entire mouth, throat and nose burn like a raging fire. I have never liked their red surface
My nightmarish day all started when disgusting, sluggish brown and white blobs started raining down from the sky like spitfire. “EEEK!!” I shrieked, ducking for cover underneath a large, circular shaped tree with big broad leaves.
“SQUAWK, SQUAWK!!” I suddenly heard the loud squeals of……pigeons?! Continue reading “The Pigeon’s Seek of Vengeance”
Joe had never ever seen in his life such magnificent white cliffs as tall as the sky. He breathed shakily a cloud of grey mist. The white mass of snow seemed to glitter as though it were glitter itself. They were on a hiking expedition.
“Ahem.” Murray interrupted. “How are we going to hike over there?” He pointed one finger at an even steeper part of the enormous mountain, where a valley formed, making a ‘V’ shape.
“We don’t.” Joe replied casually, as if talking about which pet to choose, a macaw or a cat.
BOOM!! A loud grumble escaped out of a deep part beneath the mountains. A good 10 tonnes of snow fell silently from above. “AVALANCHE!!” Both Joe and Murray yelled together. The earth seemed to be speaking in a low rumble of its own. Joe scrambled alongside Murray, who was shaking badly. A slippery piece of ice caught Murray’s foot and he slided freely at 124 kilometres an hour towards the base of the cliffs.
BAM! The heavy snow was now tumbling fiercely just behind Joe, who was trying his best to not go into shock, and faint. That was when Murray skidded to an icy ledge, where the ice stuck on his foot fell off, down below into a snowy canyon that yawned so deep and wide, Murray couldn’t see the bottom. His arms were sore. He was too young to die, in a 1,500 metre fall, but it was better than painfully getting hypothermia and suffocating in 80 tonnes of snow. Murray unclasped his tiny, icy ledge… Continue reading “Avalanche!”
I still remember clearly the first time I ever learnt to swim, back in 2014. It was quite fun and an interesting experience, as I had never learnt to swim before; my Mum was with me.
I nervously clung tightly to my swimming bag, and my feet were shaking. I followed my Mum back out to the swimming pool, where several other small children were waiting. Continue reading “My First Swimming Lesson”
“Reet, reet.” I nervously squeaked, as I swung my bushy tail. The bright and warm sunlight burned against my fuzzy back. I scampered silently across the wild plains, searching for any immediate danger, when suddenly a sharp, stabbing pain raced just upon my furry hindquarters. I almost blacked out with the agony in my back legs worsening a thousand times, and I barely noticed when my altitude increased and I began to fly…