The Buffalo

 

This essay was expertly written by my darling son Kieran at the tender age of 14. I have reproduced it without his permission. It is one of my favourite essays that he has scribed. 

Ps This passage above was ALSO written by Kieran.

 

 

The Buffalo

The massive herd galloped across the barren earth. They rushed towards the river and stopped at the edge of the riverbank.

Their short tails swished as they approached the water cautiously.

There was a loud splash as the animals pushed past each other. The river flowed calmly, disturbed only by the herd. The animals’ harsh grunts silenced the sound of birds chirping in the distance.

The fiery sun scorched my skin and the moist air suggested that rain would soon come to the plains. The earth was bone dry and desperately needed the rain to soak it once more.

The buffalo watched the river carefully, as it concealed many dangers beneath its murky depths. Overhead, vultures circled the area, sensing the peril in the water.

Beneath the river’s surface, long, scaly creatures made their way stealthily towards the unsuspecting buffalo. The malevolent creatures had been starving since the beginning of the drought. They were mere metres away from the buffalo. As they reached the riverbank, the buffalo began to flee the scene.

The buffalos’ powerful legs left a cloud of choking dust behind them. The crocodiles could do nothing but watch as the buffalo vanished as suddenly as they had arrived.

Kieran Van Bosch
Grade 8T September 2004