Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 2 -1 2019 | Page 112

After many days at sea I was starting to feel sick. My fur was blotchy and starting to fall out. The food they
gave us was no longer green and smelled like sewage. Some of the animals had died and even the sun-
burned sailors were moving more slowly and looked tired. Then, just as I was waking up one morning, I
heard a shout.
“China! China! We are home!”
I poked my head out of the window and saw a beautiful coastline and forests of trees and bamboo. The air
was hot, like at home, but sticky - as if there had been a great storm. As we sailed along this great land I saw
many people, who seemed to be standing in fields of water, stop and look at us. I also saw pink dolphins
dancing and playing in the water. The air smelled of green and of sweet fragrance. This, I knew, would be
our new home. We were finally in China and going to visit the Emperor.