OONA

OONA THE ELEPHANT

I felt my stomach turn when I saw the water. I know that something is going to happen today, something bad, something very bad. I was doing my usual giving rides to the people. I was almost done with my last one of the day. This boy came to ride me and was amazed to see me but I was not happy to see him. Children are the worst; they kick and slap and even pull our ears. He hops on my back, he says goodbye to his mum and we start to walk. He was very scared at the start and would not even let go of the handle but he slowly got used to me. 

We stop and look out to the sea and that's when it hits me it's coming I gotta go I start sprinting to the jungle with the boy still on my back he is more scared than me. His hand is so tight around the handle that his hands are going purple. I run and run till I can’t feel my legs. I take a break and eat some leaves but then the boy starts yelling and shouting at me. Maybe he is mad that I took him away. Then it happens again to my stomach. I am trying to say run, run , it is not over. So that's what the boy is saying: run. I take off again, jump from river to river and rock to rock. 

 Then everything carms down and I now know that everything is ok. I keep on going but I just walk. I grab a couple of trees on the way past. I offer some to the boy but he just yells and slaps me but I don’t care because my skin is very thick. We walk for a couple of days until we reach a river and I stop to let the boy down. He hops down and runs straight to the water and has big gulps. Then I went up the river to get a fish. When I come back he is gone but then I see him in the far distance walking down the river. I start to panic. He is leaving me. I ran after him. It does not take long before I reach him. I look into his eyes and see the weird look on his face and I know that I need him and he needs me and that I will help him get home.