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The Unknown Creature
It all started last weekend, when my mother took me to a place I had never been to before. We went to see some sort of creature. It was almost five times larger than me, but I still loved it. To see those people mistreating it, affected me. ÊSo what would you say it was called ¶ you know, its actual name.ˆ That question struck me. I had no idea what it was called. ÊErm, Iÿll have to ask my mother.ˆ
I could see its bloodshot eyes staring intently at me. Its hooves clipping and clopping behind, preparing to charge at me. I counted my last breaths, until it would charge ¶ and probably kill me.
All of a sudden it ran ¶ at full speed ¶ towards me! I screamed and screamed and screamed and shouted Êmummy!ˆ, until I could get some help. ÊWhat is it love?ˆ ÊHuhöwhat?ˆ ÊYou were screaming so loud, the whole village could hear you.ˆ
The morning after, terrible news had been reported. The rhino had escaped somehow, and had killed three neighbours of mine. I couldnÿt quite believe it, but, yes, it had happened.
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