Photo by Clementine

Here is a photo of my animal story, which I worked a lot on in my LA class. Our class made these animal storybooks because we read the book Squirm by Carl Hiaasen. In this book one main theme is endangered animals. We started to research about endangered animals. After we had looked at a lot of endangered animals, we picked one that we thought was cool or liked the best. The animal that I picked was the Golden Tiger because of how cool it was.

The next thing we did was start to design an animal book. First, we painted a lot of papers for the whole grade to use for their story. Second we designed the book outline and background (as you can see mine is pink) and added things like trees on the outside and inside. After that, I cut out a big circle in the middle and made a sun around it. Finally we added our animal inside of the cut-out part (the sun )

After we had finished making the book it was time to make the story. We did a lot of research and put all of it together as one big story.

Here is my story……

Golden Tiger

By Clementine

I’ve been waiting for this. My paws are practically on fire with excitement. I hear the footsteps of the keeper crackling while they walk to my cage. When the keeper opens my cage, I sprint away at 40 miles an hour. I can feel the wind blowing sharply on my face. I am a golden tiger, a morph of the Bengal tiger. My scientific name is Panthera tigris. People inbreed me and keep me in small cages. I don’t live a good life because of this. Later that day, when I got to Eastern Asia, I found a divot in the ground under a tree. I’m going to rest here during the day, and when night comes, hunt for food. I’m a solitary animal, so I hunt alone. The air is foggy and smells like trees.

I wish people would help my friends and family, whom I left so long ago. You can do many things, like donate to places that support us, help with anti-poaching policies, and more. I try not to, but sometimes I can’t help thinking about what people would do if they couldn’t visit, hoping they might still see me, roaming around looking for food. I’m a very rare morph of the Bengal tiger. I lay down in the soft grass. I see a bird high in the tree staring down at me as if it could get it. It is high up in the tree, but still scared.

When I wake up, my heart is thumping. I had a dream about being there in the cage again. If people would stop inbreeding us, we would not have these health problems. That’s not the only thing, though. People have decided to try to take away my habitat. I have heard from afar that some people have decided that it’s okay to trade me. I refuse to let that happen. The wind picks up, and it gets a little bit colder, like a warning. Crunch, Crunch, Crunch, I hear. “What is that sound”? I turn around so fast that I only see a glimpse of the hunter, but the next thing I know, all I hear is the gunshot. I run. Every day, my home is getting more dangerous with hunters.

I feel the wind whistling in the air. It is going to be a long day, and I already feel like I’ve run millions of miles. I hop over a small stream like a feather floating in the air. I hope that people will now see that they can help me and my kind. Thank you for reading about me, and make sure to try. Everything helps.