Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 476

“We need some help,” Evelynn said, “let’s call the crane over there!”
Suddenly, the crane swooped down to the twins, graceful as a ballerina. “Good morning, you
two,” the crane said in a melodious voice, bending down in a deep, sincere bow, “how may I help you?”
“We are trying to get to Tianzhu in India, could you bring us there?” Evelynn asked politely.
“Of course, hop on my back.” The crane nodded, “let me call my friend so your companion can
have someone to ride on.”
“Thanks!” Zac thanked.
Soon, another bird appeared from the horizon and swooped down to the twins. When they were
settled, the cranes took off, imagine the feeling of flying, and wind blowing gently on your face, also, the
almost silent beating of the wings, imagine looking at the houses and trees, nothing but little ants that stay
still as a statue.
Soon they arrived to Tianzhu, and the cranes took them to the place where the Buddhist scriptures
were hidden, and after a short hide-and-seek, the twins boarded the cranes with the scriptures and flew
back to where the group of strange creatures was.
Finally, when they had gotten back into their world by Xuanzang’s advice, they found themselves
back on stage for the curtain call.
“That was a wonderful performance,” said the teacher, but Zac and Evelynn only winked at each
other, their actual experience had been unforgettable.