Save The Whales! By Chirstopher Jones
You are a baby humpback whale, you and your mother are swimming freely
in the ocean, when you hear a boats engine. Suddenly your mother has been
harpooned through the stomach and is spewing out blood. They reel her up to
their boat and cut her body into pieces right in front of you. You are left alone in
an ocean tinted red from blood. This is exactly what is happening to whales all
around the world. To save these whales you need to donate money to the sea
Whales are beautiful and fun creatures. First, whales are the largest
mammals in the world and it would be a shame for them to become extinct.
Whales are also in many aquariums and shows; it would not be as interesting to
just see dolphins do tricks. Second, whaling is illegal and this law should be
enforced. I hate when people have done something illegal and police know who
did it but the person is not put in jail. Third, I believe that people in the future
should be able to see whales in real life and not just in pictures. Children many
years from now might not know what a whale is if we do not do something about
whaling. Whales are important to me and should be important to you!
I know that you may think that saving the whales is impossible, but if we
enforce laws against whaling and donate money to organizations such as the Sea
Sheppard, then many whale’s lives can be saved. If you want to save the whales,
then donate money to the Sea Sheppard and more organizations. With your help,
we can save the whales.
My mind was actually not “on Earth” but imagining all the ways I could die in this desert. Could a scorpion kill me? Could I die because of lack of food or water? Maybe excessive heat? Maybe I’d commit suicide? Could it be instant combustion? The last one seemed the most likely. I saw my parents, worried, thinking of something to do in this situation but they couldn’t. Of course they couldn’t. There wasn’t a way of getting out of this situation alive as I had already accepted. The wisest thing to do was to stay near the car and hope we could hitch a ride with someone that passed by.
The situation couldn’t get worse, or so I thought until I saw a snake. I couldn’t identify the snake, of course, but it was one of the few that moved during the day. It was eating it’s freshly caught prey which I preferred not to look at. As soon as it finished it’s meal it just slithered, and it was very fast. It got next to the tires, on one side of the car, though I think it couldn’t see us because we were in the other side. My parents just got out of it’s way stepping back a few meters but oh no, I couldn’t do that. I thought snakes were the evil creatures born in the very depths of hell and would bite your arm off if you gave them a chance. I ran and ran in a direction in which there were no snakes. Oh, but that was not all. Smart me yelled as he ran, a piercing high scream like a banshee’s. My parents couldn’t move without getting in the way of the snake so they tried to signal me back. I didn’t obey them, I just ran and ran until I realized the snake was not near me anymore. My parents came to me, panting. They cried and hugged me. I could see fear in my mothers eyes. I thought my father was also terrified but I saw acceptance in his eyes. Of course, it was wrong to accept something that was not going to happen. My destiny was not to die here.
pants were wet and I was shaking. My mind was actually not “on Earth” but imagining all the ways I could die in this desert. Could a scorpion kill me? Could I die because of lack of food or water? Maybe excessive heat? Perhaps I’d commit suicide? Could it be instant combustion? The last one seemed the most likely. I saw my worried parents thinking of something to do in this situation but they couldn’t. Of course they couldn’t. There wasn’t a way of getting out of this situation alive as I had already accepted. The wisest thing to do was to stay near the car and hope we could hitch a ride with someone that passed by.
I thought the situation couldn’t get any worse until I saw a snake. Of course I couldn’t identify the snake, but it was one of the few that moved during the day. It was eating its freshly caught prey which I preferred not to look at. As soon as it finished its meal it quickly slithered next to the tires, on one side of the car, although I think it couldn’t see us because we were in the other side. My parents got out of its way by stepping back a few meters but oh no, I couldn’t do that. I thought snakes were the evil creatures born in the very depths of hell and would bite your arm off if you given the chance. I ran and ran in a direction where there were no snakes. Oh, but that wasn't all. Smart me yelled as he ran, a piercing high scream like a banshee’s. My parents couldn’t move without getting in the way of the snake so they tried to signal me back but I didn’t obey them, running and running until I saw the snake was not near me anymore. My parents came to me, panting. They cried and hugged me. I could see fear in my mothers eyes. I thought my father was also terrified but I saw acceptance in his eyes. Of course, it was wrong to accept something that was not going to happen. My destiny was not to die here.