Elijah's Life Experiences

The following essay "Life with Ralf - my pet rat's tale" was composed when I was ten years old.          The moment had come.          As the doors of doom closed, tears fell like arrows of devastation from my mournful chestnut brown eyes. Just then, memories of Ralf like images on a movie reel started playing back in my mind …          The day had finally arrived.          A few days earlier, I had managed to persuade Father and Mother into allowing me to adopt a pet from SPCA. Oh, I can still smell the sweet scent of success of my momentous victory over Father and Mother.          Entering the SPCA, I was met with a blur of animals in their enclosures, from cats lazing around to dogs barking for attention. However, none of the animals caught my fancy at first sig...

From my archives of my days in Primary two, here is another essay about "Death of a pet".       Mary, a twelve-year –old girl, took her pet Dalmatian for a walk along Holland Road. At that time of the day, it was bustling with activity . Many vehicles were seen. At a nearby open field, four boys were playing soccer.       Unexpectedly, one of the boys kicked the ball so hard that the ball flew into the air and landed right onto the busy road. Mary saw the ball rolling onto the road. Her dog began barking excitedly wanting to retrieve it. At that juncture , the black and white Dalmatian broke free from its startled owner and ran across the road not giving much thought to oncoming vehicles.       The dog desperately wanted to catch hold of the ball. Like a bolt of the blue, a car appeared approaching in it direction at top speed. Unable to brake on time, the dog was knocked down. It somersaulted into the air and land...