TIGER IN THE TREES
by
Evie McKenzie
(age 15)
“Myra! Come inside! It’s going to rain, and you’ll catch a
cold if you stay out!”
Myra sighed. She didn’t mind being outside in the rain. It
was exciting, but her mom, Dr. Liz Wikem, was a stickler about health. Myra and
her parents were on a mission trip in Indonesia.
Myra started toward the mission house where her family was
staying. It was a nice house, made of bamboo, with a steeply sloped roof.
She went into the kitchen to wash her hands; her mother
hated it when her hands were dirty. Mom was standing over the woodstove
stirring something in a pot; she glanced over at Myra and then turned around
and looked at her feet.
“Myra, where are your shoes?”
She slowly looked down at her feet and found that she did
not have any shoes on. “I was wading in the brook, and I forgot to grab them
when you called me in.”
Mom looked out the window. “Go get them quickly; it’s not
raining yet.”
Myra shot out the door, and ran over to the brook where she
had left her shoes. Sure enough, they were right where she had left them, but
as she reached down to grab them, she heard rustling in the jungle just beyond
the brook.
Myra looked up and saw something she had only hoped to see
in a zoo or on television. There was tiger just inside the trees, watching her
every move and getting dangerously close.
Myra’s feet couldn’t move as she watched the tiger getting
closer and closer. She also knew it would be a bad idea to move suddenly,
because a tiger was way faster than she was. It would be able to overtake her
in a matter of seconds.
She slowly started moving away from the tiger toward the
house. She heard a shout.
“Myra! Don’t move! I’m coming.”
She stopped moving and waited. She then heard the sound of a
tranquilizer gun going off, and the tiger fell to the ground in a deep sleep.
Her dad came up behind her, “Myra, are you alright,
Sweetie?”
Myra slowly nodded her head.
“Go inside and find your mother. I’m going to wait here for
the Indonesian Animal Control people.”
She started running back to the house, when she heard her
father call her back.“Myra!” She saw him holding her sandals. “Do you want
these?”
“I’m coming, Dad!” She ran to him, snatched her sandals out
of his hand and grabbed him in a hug. “Thank you, Daddy.”
“Your welcome, Myra. Go inside now and see your mother. She
was pretty hysterical when she saw the tiger creeping towards you.”
“Yes, Dad.”
With that, Myra took off towards the house, and ran into her
mother’s waiting arms, which for a couple of minutes, she thought she would
never do again. And they cried for joy that Myra was safe and unharmed.
The End
(Assignment for Lesson #12 - Climax)
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