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Thursday, July 29, 2010 @ 10:20 PM

Composition

I stared at the dead body of my father, hot tears rolling down my cheeks. I was inconsolable, and knelt there for a good ten minutes. I just could not believe, and did not want to believe, what had happened. “No, this can’t be! This can’t be!” i shouted, gripping my father. A hand landed on my shoulder- the forest ranger. I shrugged it off, and continued to cry my heart out. My father’s lifeless body lay on a patch of soft grass. The forest ranger faced me, and said softly, “Kid, I’m sorry. It’s not your fault. It was no one’s. I know how sad you are. Come, help me carry your dad into the pick-up truck, alright?” I did not budge. He sighed, “Alright, we’ll stay here a little while longer.” Then, he walked towards the pick-up truck, and sat beside it. As for me, I was lost in thought, thinking about this morning, where we were still oblivious to the danger and doom we were about to face......
It was about 7a.m, and my dad brought me to the forest to jog. The sun shone through the glades of trees, splashing its touches of gold everywhere. Little flowers poked out from the ground and spread their petals in appreciation of the sun’s warm rays. My father and i began to jog along the forested track, with my father telling and explaining to me all the different plants in the forest that we passed. We were having a great time, laughing and joking. I said, “It’s the best day ever!” My father nodded. However, we were wrong, so wrong.
Out of the blue, we heard a fierce deep growl coming from the undergrowth. Curiosity got the better of me, and I went to check it out. My father warned me to be careful, and followed me just to be sure.
Soon, we arrived at a big oak tree. We could hear the loud growls but could not see what was making that noise. Suddenly, we heard a twig snap. We spun around, and saw what was making it. We were gripped with fear. My knees went soft, and panic started to engulf me. I stole a glance at my father. Terror had gripped his whole being, and perspiration stared dripping from his forehead. It was a tiger.
“D...Don’t make a sound,” my father said, voice trembling. We started to walk slowly backwards. The tiger began pacing up and down, eyes drilled on us all the time. Cold sweat was dripping from my forehead. I wanted to scream and run away, but was reminded of my father’s words, and decided against it, trying to stifle my instincts the run away. I regretted ever going into the undergrowth and putting our lives at risk like that.
A twig snapped. That did it. The tiger started bounding towards me. “Run!” my father cried hysterically. I immediately turned and ran for my life. I did not care about my tiredness, I only thought of one thing-survival. I ran and ran, keeping sight of my father at all times. I turned my head back, and saw the tiger hot on my heels, teeth bared. This newfound fear spurred me to run faster. I saw my father motioning me to the jogging track. He must have thought that we could get help there! I started sprinting at top velocity towards it. When I nearly reached there, I felt a hand grabbing my arm. My father! Just a second later, I saw the tiger crash into an oak tree. I suddenly realised that if my father had not pulled my just in time, I would have crashed into the tree instead. However, there was no time to thank my lucky stars, for the tiger recovered quickly and started advancing towards us. My father pulled my behind him, and ordered me to step backwards. Terror-stricken, i followed his order.
Suddenly, the tiger pounced. My father pushed me away, but was pinned down by the tiger. He put up a fierce fight, but the tiger clawed and slashed at him. My father cried out in sheer agony. I shrieked for help, and finally saw a forest ranger driving towards us in a pick-up truck. He pulled out a tranquiliser gun and shot the tiger. It froze in mid-swipe, and rolled on the ground beside my father.
I yelled and ran to my father’s side. His clothes were stained with blood, and his face was bloodless. He gripped my hand. “Marc...Marc... I, I love you, Marc...” with that, he closed his eyes, and lost his grip on my hand. I checked his pulse. Nothing. He was dead.
“No! No! Father! ” I cried.
“Kid! Kid!” a familiar voice rang in my ears. It was the forest ranger! “Kid, we’d better get going. We’ve got to get you to a hospital to treat your cuts and bruises.” Reluctantly, I nodded my head.
The forest ranger and I gently picked up my father’s body, and walked to his old and battered pick-up truck. I stared at my father. Tears started welling up in my eyes again.
“Oh Father,” I thought, “Oh Father! How I wish it was I who was attacked! Why did you save me? You know how sad I’ll be, and how grief-stricken Mother and Melina will be? Why did you leave us?”
The more I thought, the sadder I became. Then, I remembered my father’s last words. I bent down, and whispered in his ear, “Father, I love you.”
“Hey kid?” the forest ranger asked. I looked up. “Your dad’s a hero.” He smiled. I did not answer, but I knew he was right.
The truck stopped. We got out of the car, and I got ready to make phone call to my mother.