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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. †So what would you say it was called ť you know, its actual name.˙ That question struck me. I had no idea what it was called. †Erm, IŠll have to ask my mother.˙
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 ť and probably kill me.
All of a sudden it ran ť at full speed ť towards me! I screamed and screamed and screamed and shouted †mummy!˙, until I could get some help. †What is it love?˙ †Huhŕwhat?˙ †You were screaming so loud, the whole village could hear you.˙
The morning after, terrible news had been reported. The rhino had escaped somehow, and had killed three neighbours of mine. I couldnŠt quite believe it, but, yes, it had happened.
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