This time when I ran I drove the motor away and packed most of the food I was leaving for good , to start my new journey just like my grandma. As I drove the land formed around me forming things I had not seen, beautiful crested hills and tall trees, giraffes galloping next to the motor, it was somthing out of this world, inside this small dessert magic lies everywhere.
As we caught up to Sayian the lion, I knew he was waiting for me to come after reading the letter from my grandmother."she can hear you and see you ",said Sayain 'her spirt lies in the dessert".
We walked to a clif and looked at the beautiful sunrise ,as the shadows of animals emerged and watched us from the bush. "may I stay", I said, He had no time to awnser as a bullet hit him in the leg, he fell to the ground roaring in pain, I let out a scream ,poachers!
The animals dashed back into the bushes and trees.
The pepole said to steep back from the animal, this beautiful place of magic had been taken,
I could not let this happen,no,I yelled,I don't you see this is their home!
I glaced at the dart and felt better it was only a sleep dart.
The pepole pushed me to the side and the last thing I remember is the dart going into my side.
I woke up in the back of a truck and gasped Sayain was awake and pacing back and forth.
I sat up and looked out the back screen ,the beautiful hills , and galloping giraffes, a sudden rage came over me I had to save the kalahari.
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