Lost in the Wilds of Africa
“Look, its a rare African bat,” I whispered to Alex. “I’m going to get a closer look. OH NO!” I slipped in the mud, and the black bat flew away. My name is Gage. I am 10 years old. My sisters, Alex, 9, and Shea, 11, are here with me in the grasslands of Africa. Here the golden grass is so tall, it comes to my shoulders. Our family is here to take pictures of the wildlife in Africa. Now I’m as muddy as a pig and my camera is dirty also.
Alex and I head down to the river, squish, squashing as we walk. When I wash off all this sticky mud, I’ll be soaked. The sun is out so I should dry quickly. As we get to the river we see some excited elephants are already there. While I wash off the mud, Alex takes a picture of a baby elephant by its mother. “Alex, don’t get too close. The mother might charge at you!” I whispered.
“Oh, she won’t get mad at me!” replied Alex, as she moved closer to the elephants. Boom, bang stomped the elephants.
“Maybe we better make a run for it,” I shouted as the mother elephant started toward us. We ran as fast as a cheetah away from the river toward the jungle. We stopped as we realized we didn’t know where we were. I pulled out my compass and we headed north.
We walk close to the jungle and Alex wondered, “What are those things?”
“They’re vines, I think. Lets try swinging on them.” We grabbed the nearest vine but, it was furry. “I don’t think this is a vine!” I cried, as we pull on it.
“Ooh-ooh! Ahh-ahh!” screams a monkey-like creature.
Alex shouts, “Its a big, black, hairy baboon! Quick, get the camera out so we can take a picture!” I grabbed my camera from my backpack and took a picture. The baboon grabbed my camera and I pulled it back. The baboon knocked my camera out of my hands and it fell to the ground. That perky little pest quickly grabbed the camera and ran off. Alex and I chased after it.
Strangely, the baboon seems to be heading toward our camp. He stopped at the edge of our camp and began to play with my camera. He seems to hold it up like he knows how to take a picture, except its backwards. When the flash went off I knew he took a picture of his face. He dropped the camera and ran into a tree. The flash must have blinded him.
“Can you believe what happened today?” I questioned. Suddenly I noticed we are sitting in a mud puddle. The camera is sitting in the grass next to the puddle. Alex and I picked up our camera and walked back to camp. Somehow we have a picture of a baboon. “Nobody will believe we got lost and a baboon brought us back.” I say to Alex.
“What?” replied Alex “That’s totally impossible we’ve been here all the time!”
Written by Mrs. Hoffman’s Language Class