Narrative Essay - 2 The Rescue
Narrative Essay - 2 The Rescue
Narrative Essay - 2 The Rescue
The villagers had lost a few goats and poultry to a mystery. The mystery of the missing farm
animals spread like a wildfire in the village. Many speculated there were thieves in the
village while others suggested a wild beast was on the run. Despite several speculations, the
mystery of the disappearances remained unsolved. The whole village was in a state of dismay
when the tiger appeared and launched another attack on the village.
Body
The prey was not any farm animal this time, it was a young child playing by the barn. The
villagers had had enough, they had to put a stop to it once and for all. They organized a
group of the bravest men from the village, armed them with shotguns and knives, and
planned to attack the tiger. They also took a goat to lure to the tiger in our trap.
The plan was to trap the tiger and later kill him. I was amongst the members of the group
who left for the jungle late at night. For hours we did not hear anything except the
mosquitoes and crickets around us. Then we found paw prints on the muddy ground which
assured us of the tiger’s usual trail. Thereupon, as the sun rose we set up a trap using a goat
as bait. We were assured that this would catch the tiger immediately.
We had almost given up when suddenly around daybreak we heard the bushes rustle and the
leaves crackle. All of us shivered to our spines and saw the mystery east coming towards us.
We changed our guns and pointed it towards the wild beast. We steadied our guns towards
the tiger as he jumped to grab the goat. He fell into the trap. One of the members shot the
tiger dead and we rescued the goat safely back to our village.
Conclusion
The mission was accomplished. We had killed the wild beast and had emerged successful. It
was an amazing hunting trip. One that would always remain in my memory for all time to
come.
NARRATIVE ESSAY -2
The Rescue
Everything had been totally different that Sunday morning, when the two boys
had set out on their walk up the cool, pine-scented mountainside near the
village where they lived. Near the top, Peter and Michael had climbed onto a
rock to admire the view of the valley far below them. That was when disaster
had struck. On clambering down, Peter had tumbled awkwardly to the ground,
his leg bent at a painful angle beneath him. Unable to move, he was forced to
wait where he was, wrapped in Michael’s jacket, while Michael had begun the
long trek down the mountainside to fetch help. Michael looked down on the
mountainside from the window of the helicopter. He felt increasingly helpless,
as it looked totally different from the air and the network of tiny paths was
mostly obscured from view by the thick covering of pine trees. To make
matters worse, the light was fading fast and a thick blanket of mist was starting
to form. Eventually the pilot and the three mountain rescue workers in the
helicopter agreed that they would have to go back and continue the search for
Michael'’ friend, Peter, on foot. By seven o’clock that evening, they had left the
helicopter in the village and gathered a mountain rescue team of fifteen men.
Michael felt disheartened and scared for his friend’s safety. Slowly they
ascended the mountain, scouring the numerous paths for Peter. The only
sounds were crunching footsteps and the crackle of static on the walkie-talkies
that the rescue workers carried to talk to each other. The mountainside was an
eerie place after nightfall and gradually Michael started to wonder whether
they would ever find Peter at all. Suddenly Michael heard a voice come over
one of the walkie-talkies, “We’ve got him. We’re taking him down.” “I’m
sorry,” said Michael to his friend later in the warm safety of the hospital room,
“I didn’t realise it would take so long.” The doctors decided to keep Peter at
the hospital for the night in case of complications with his leg. Before leaving,
Michael looked down at his friend and patted his shoulder as, silently, they
both vowed never to go walking in the mountains again