Hello, thank you for the replies for all the replies. digdog123 Thank you for the editing very helpful. OZLexico i tried to add more
descriptive language in there. But, im not sure how to start with the part about the captured elephant. How would i be able to show the audience that this is a story created by my grandmother, wouldnt it be confusing. Can you pls tell me how?. Can you if you can pls read what i wrote and correct it, thank you.
I haven’t been here in ages I thought to myself and I wondered why. The spicy, peppery and flavoursome smell of food and spice hit me the moment I opened the door. I had arrived in Sri Lanka approximately 2 hours ago and I had just entered my Grandmother’s house. From, the moment I arrived, I was astounded by the endless sight of trees, almost like they reach the clouds. The leaves covered with beautiful shades of orange and red. With the trees home to many birds, I hear the crows cawing, and the parrots chirping. Whilst, the pleasant breeze brushing against my face leaving a cool sensation. I began to slowly recount a memory of my time here and felt a bit nostalgic. After resting for a bit in my grandmother’s house, my Grandmother started talking to my sisters and I. “Did you know that your grandfather was a great man? She asserted. “Around 70 years ago when your grandfather and I was young, around 20 to 30 years old, you grandfather rescued and saved the extinction of an Elephant species. ”
She began to tell us the story, her eyes proud at the thought of her husband. “One day your grandfather and I were walking and suddenly heard the cry and the scream of an elephant. We rushed and wondered upon an isolated house in the middle of a forest. From the outside, the house was tall and thin, made from large dark grey stones that had a rough feel all of this sandwiched together by crumbling cement. Plants grew up the house winding around the drainpipes grabbing for the little sunshine that reached this desolate place. The windows rattled vigorously from the howling winds. As though, they were about to fall out of the frames which were made from rotting wood. Upon opening the rotted away door, we witnessed an elephant chained with spikes forced into its skin and felt the misery of the elephant. We were bewildered and infuriated at the sight.
We immediately rushed to see the owner and questioned him, asking him how he could possible do this; however, the result was not pleasant. To make the matter worse, we discovered that this elephant was one of the very few surviving elephants of that species. To the owner, this only increased the value of the elephant. He had decided to kill the elephant and use he’s tusk and other valuables as a resource to earn money. “Turning to look each of us in the eye, she continued. ”You see, your grandfather cared a lot about animals, and he was extremely aggravated. After spending some time thinking, he realised that since the elephant was one of the last remaining elephants of his kind, they be protected under the law. Spurred on by this thought, he immediately contacted a colleague of his.
“Your Grandfather’s friend works at an environment centre called the CAPE institute. Whilst on the phone, your grandfather expressed his opinion passionately, explaining how the elephant is one of the last of his kind and how important it is to save him. However, “my grandmother continued sadly, “according to his friend, in order to protect an animal, their current numbers and the survival success matters. According to the Index which determines if it is possible, their current numbers are far too low to make it possible for them survive, and as a result the law does not protect them. Your grandfather continued to argue with all his heart asserting “they are all worth saving,”, but it was to no avail. After coming back from meeting his friend, he was furious. His family and friends also expressed an unwelcoming opinion. They told him that , “this is living in the real world,” and that ,”they are functionally extinct,” warning that “it’s only going to end bad for you”
“I myself was a zoologist and thus I too wanted to save the poor animal, so I supported your grandfather. But I too felt that it was almost impossible for this to happen. One thing that made me want to support your grandfather was that he once said “as long as I can at least help with one elephant, this poor creature, I will be happy. “ After that Your Uncle and I, attempted to rescue the elephant. Your grandfather of course would have used physical force to rescue him, but I managed to convince him to do it legally. We first appealed to the neighbours and by doing so influenced and created awareness.
By now, all of us were deeply interested in the story. However, at that exact moment, my Grandmother stood up and walked off, telling us “…..ohh, look at the time, its almost dinner time, let’s go eat, I will finish the story another time.” We were all disappointed and wanted to know how the story ends.” We all ate and went to sleep wondering about the ending. In the morning, our grandmother took us to a safari that was around twenty to thirty minutes from the house. As we were walking, we witnessed children feeding bananas to monkeys and various animals from giraffe’s lions, tiger’s. Then just a few steps ahead on the left side, we saw the elephants. There was also a sign depicting their species. On it the words read, “These elephants were single-handedly saved by one man ----------------.” My grandmother was smiling and crying at the thought of my grandfather. A sense of hope filled me, thinking about how one man can change the existence of an entire species of elephant. About how things said to be impossible were made possible and how my grandfather despite everyone being against him, made what he wanted possible. In this moment, my heart felt a sudden urge, and a sense of strength awoke upon me. I wanted to do things that I thought was impossible. I wanted to achieve things that are impossible.
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