Friday, August 13, 2010

Early signs of genius

Here's a story I wrote when I was 8:

"The Tiger"

The tiger prances on her prey. She hungrily eats up her wild rabbit in her cave. She bounds out on the wild jungle grass. Her sharp pointed claws rip the wet earth. She lies down and her silken coat shines in the sun as she takes a nap. When she wakes up she swiftly washes her thick coat and goes to sleep again.

When she wakes up she knows she is not in the beautiful jungle she once lived in. There are walls all around. She growls at the things that are looking at her, some scream and some run away.

She made friends with a lion and had cubs.