The air in the Great Forest was bright and crisp, like any other morning. Sun shone through the oak tree branches in streaks of yellow and gold, as little critters danced through the shadows. The music of the morning doves and thumps of hurring paws surrounded the Great Forest like a blanket. The creatures of the forest relied on that calmness, that symbol of tranquility. The Great Forest was never quiet, never dull. In the midst of the forest, a young doe named Hope and her mother Faith made their way across the forest floor towards the watering hole. “Mama,” whispered the doe, timid as ever. “I heard some foxes talking about the desert again. Sayin’ some armadillos showed up on the shoreline last night” The mother deer exhaled sharply. She …show more content…
What if it sinks? What if the forest creature that sails it gets hurt? It’s just too risky.” Another one answered. Faith turned back to Hope. “We should head back toward home. You don't need to see this right now.” Hope looked across the river then back at her mother. “But mama, I don't understand! Don't they need our help? They might get caught in the fire! They need more rafts Mama!” Hope exclaimed indignantly. Faith shook her head. Hope was too young to understand. Why should they get involved? All it would do would cause issues. The animals coming over are smuggling poisonous berries and setting fires in their villages. She couldn’t expose her little doe to that kind of toxicity. “Hon, it's not our problem.” ***** Miles and miles away, wind whipped sand in every which way. A fog of grainy tan surrounded two traveling camels like a cage. They trudged through hills and mountains of sand. Distant eruptions of red and orange signaled the fires were getting worse. The younger camel, Amal, walked slowly behind the older camel, Iiman. “I-I don't know if I can do it.” Amal said to the other. He was younger, more susceptible to the …show more content…
“Can you tell me about the Great Forest again?” Iiman began to tell his great tales of a land far away, a land of beauty and peace. A land where there were no fires, a land without vultures. A land where they'd be welcomed with open arms. Amal paused, as he looked around him skeptically. “A wild dog told me we're not as welcome as we thought. He said that we- we might be sent home again.” He rasped, as sand battered his face. Amal loved his brother, but why did he think he needed to shield him? He wasn’t blind. He could see the world around them, he could see their home, wiped from existence. He could also see the hate. Would the creature hate him? Without even knowing him? The older camel sighed. Of course this would come up. He'd thought of it himself, spent countless nights wondering if it was even worth it. “In the end, we’re more alike than different. This is our only way out. We must rely on our friends from another land.” The older camel explained, half heartedly. He was scared, more scared than he’d have liked to admit. However, if they stayed here, what would they have? They’d have nothing. Absolutely nothing. The younger camel nodded. If only that was true.
In this story A little help from my friends by firoozeh Dumas, takes place in The United States from the viewpoint of an Iranian child, they moved there for her father's work. Dumas (the story teller) talks about her interesting and different adventures of moving to America. One of them being constantly interviewed by American children and adults (p.89-A little help from a friend) Dumas was frequently asked about her life back home in Iran, many of the questions were about camels and where Iran even was.
Emma: *Tears ran down her face* You mean Graces mom left her because she wanted to? How could a mother ever do that to their child
There are two main themes in ‘The Camel Rider’. The first one is that even people don’t speak the same language or have the same beliefs you can still work together and achieve so much. This is shown throughout the whole book because Adam could not speak Arabic and Walid could not speak English yet they still managed to communicate. The second theme is that people in wealthy countries are very lucky because not everyone has the luxuries that we often take for granted. An example in this book is when Adam gave Walid the money and Walid was astonished of how much money there was while Adam thought that it was a normal amount of money.
the trees in the forest. The people of the distant town of Silvery Moon watch
“The wool industry and the gold rushes of the 1850s provided an impetus for free settlers to come to Australia” (About Australia, n.d.). When the free settlers came to Australia, many people wanted to explore the unknown regions of the country to find more ways to establish new industries. However, these settlers did not have suitable transport for the Australian desert. The government acted upon this in the 1860’s by bringing importing camel and their cameleers, the Afghan Cameleers. Unfortunately, early Australia was a very racist country and did not welcome the cameleers. Although there were some issues in the first expedition, camels became a key part in Australia’s growing economy.
They are able to hunt, gather wild fruits, and hide from outsiders. They do not fear their surroundings, as they understand their environment and its limits. No different from any other culture or society. Although they are a unique and smaller statured people, they have adapted to the needs and requirements of their location (pg.14, 33). The powerful and wise individual adapts to the circumstances that confronts them. Whether in the jungles of Africa or downtown Seattle, the human need for food, shelter, social interaction and reproduction remains the same.
Our day began with a walk through the Black Forest because Daniel loves the forest. Black Forest is an area rich with tall trees, green grass, and wildlife. My intent was for Daniel to feel at home, even in this vastly different time. My objective was to find out as much about his life as I could in the limited amount
My brother noticing my declining pace, reassuringly grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. A we got closer to the tents, I stumbled and reached out for a tree to stop myself. It’s bark was rough and gnarled with age. I noticed the campfire which my brother lit with great difficulty was now on the verge of being extinguished from the drizzle. It’s warmth could be felt though with the strong smell of ash, and I quickly savaged it and sleepily scrambled into
“I love you, I’m going to stay with your father and Nia, she can’t survive out there,” she sadly said.
Her fascination with these lands is evident through her experiences of the road trip she embarked on around the desert. In her travelling, her attention was drawn to how vulnerable the desert plants were. She wanted to contemplate about the environmental and the cultural history of the land, and through her fascination of the grasses, she found that they tell one story “of that conjoined history”. The desert had a way of seducing her to its “austerity and spare lines, tempting interpretation as pure nature, too harsh and unruly to be harnessed to prosaic economic purposes, as if existing only as itself.” The desert was autonomous, it can only be interpreted in one way, as nature per se. Her focus was mostly on Mount Leislar, which was a small area that was engulfed by bloodwood trees and “beautiful grass”. Almost more than a century later, despite white colonisation, the “very beautiful grasses, continue to thrive”. Anthropologist T.G.H. Strehlow speaks for the older Aboriginal people who had condemned environmental change. He speaks of how their country has been transformed into a desert by “the senseless whites”. Many of their native species became extinct through the introduction of new species like the rabbits.
“Ouch, Mom!” I exclaimed as my mother pulled the strands of hair she was holding even tighter.
There have always been many different trees are found in the forest. Tall ones, round of leaf and with broad branches spread open in welcome. Short ones are found here as well, with thin trunks and wiry limbs they sway in the breeze. A wide variety of foliage in the emerald grove dancing merrily to the whispers of the wind. In this quiet thicket, a different type of tree grows, too. They stand resolute, patient, and ever growing.
Imagine walking down an ancient path amidst a forest of tangled and twisted trees, some of which have existed since before a time even great grandparents can remember. The air echoes with sounds of life, and the fragrance is that of cedar or juniper… or something not quite either. The living things that dwell here, bridge a gap in time that many are totally unaware of and for the reasons about to be explained, may never become so. The beauty that surrounds this place is unexplainable in the tongue of man, yet its presence can be felt by all who choose to behold it. At least for now…
reluctant, but finally agreed to go. As she was heading out the door her mother told her,
Last autumn, while on a trip, I decided to walk through a State Forest. This huge forest enriches the countryside not far from town and was a place where indians held hunting rights until recently. Little streams, ancient trees, shaded paths, and hidden places are some of the physical attributes which make the State Forest an enchanting place.