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Every fortnight I was faced with the taunting experience of retrieving the
eggs and every fortnight the task became more and more daring. Each morning at
Nonis (grandmother) house a war between the chickens and I emerged from the
normally silent yard, a war that separated all good from the world and
emphasized death, destruction and danger. Every morning at Nonis house the boy
that I was turned into a manly structure, ready for battle. The sun beamed
through the old wooden shutters as the light splashed across his dormant eyes,
beckoning him to awaken and absorb the early morning warmth. Each ray of light
produced a comforting sensation persuading the boy to emerge from his overnight
coma and venture out beneath the newborn sun. The warmth soon turned to a chill
as a noise from the far corner of the backyard seized everything that was
pleasant. The chicken sounds were calling him, reminding him of his
duty…..tempting him. Awakening very slowly the boy began to prepare himself for
battle, just the way his grandfather had told of his experiences. The boy began
to prepare himself both physically and mentall, knowing that one mistake could
be the difference between failure and success. The young boy was ready and the
beast that lived inside of him was to be exposed to a morning of frightful
duties. The young boy was now the beast and the beast was the young boy and with
the two minds combined a war was about to begin. He marched with enormous
confidence until he reached the large back door that was the gateway to either
treasures or torment. A fear inside him was released as he opened the door and
proceeded with his mission to recover the prized treasure.
He had all senses
alert and functioning, ready for any enemy attack from the large, distrustful
chickens. His knees and elbows slid along the wet dew of the morning grass like
a snake carefully maneuvering its body, hiding from any danger. In front of him
was a large cluster of grapevines that blocked any vision or path towards the
enemies' barracks. There was no way around the large tangled knot, as this
method would expose his route of attack to the enemy. Having no other option the
cunning boy had no choice but to go through the vines. His body becoming a large
grapevine, ducking and weaving through the tangled domain. The vines did not
appreciate his presence and every meter he gained a new gash tore open the bare
skin on his legs. He sensed the pressure build as he reached the forefront of
the enemy barracks. Before him was a large rusted structure which foreshadowed
any positive aspects which had arisen from the attack. The enemy headquarters
oozed with a vibe of danger and evil. He decided not to turn back and thus moved
onwards. His mission was established and all his knowledge and expertise was
then crafted into an attempt to conquer what was rightfully his. He slowly
invaded the enemy fortress that was covered by a wide expanse of rust and debree.
Slowly and quietly he maneuvered his way around the shed, carefully he did not
to make any sudden movements or sounds so as to alert the enemy. He held his
position momentarily and observed if there was any movement evident inside the
enemy fortress. He stalked the enemy and he felt the enemy stalking him. He then
reached the opening of the fortress. A large corrugated iron door separated the
young boy from victory and this large barrier to entry was an unexpected
obstacle and delay. The door was so big that the latch to grant access into the
disgusting pit was not accessible. His plans were disrupted and so he used all
of his knowledge to overcome this unexpected occurrence.
There wasn't into the
fortress and this small dilemma began to be extremely costly time-wise. Due to
this loss in time my enemy slowly began to gain advantage over me and I knew
that I had to act quickly in order to save my mission. In the far bottom corner
of the shed I could see a small opening. Obviously my enemy also had flaws in
his defence and I quickly took advantage of this. Squeezing through the hole was
quite difficult and painful. The sharp rusted edges of the corrugated iron
grinded through my skin and tore away my clothes leaving large wounds which
needed treatment. Treatment, however, was unavailable in this time of dangerous
battle so there was no option but to continue my mission, keeping strong
thoughts throughout. Entering the shed a foul stench filled the surrounding
atmosphere and released foul toxins that began to effect my alertness and
consciousness. The combination of wet chickens and fresh faeces were the
enemies' main source of attack. Each breath I took had to be restricted because
of the foul smell which engulfed the atmosphere around me. I had to overcome
this restraint on my body and continue on. Although remaining strong I was still
feared by the enemy, who I could sense was close. Entering a small hidden room I
could see a white figure sitting in a large basket covered with shadows of hell.
Looking over to the monstrous creature I could see it watching me…waiting for
me….ready to attack. I was in the creature's territory and this was a major
disadvantage so I had to use all of my knowledge and skill to minimise the
disadvantage. I was within three meters of the enemy now and my body began to
react in ways which were uncontrollable. I could not breathe nor move and even
in this stagmented state I was beginning to tremble and sweat, my heart beating
helplessly….self-possessed. My only hope was to use military power against this
beast because every minute I waited the creature gained an advantage over me.
Both the chicken and I knew this was so.
Calmly, I reached into my back pocket
and pulled out the weapon to victory, a fully systematic super soaker two
hundred ready to end this war of wars. Focusing my scope I had the chicken in
view and my sniper skills were about to be unleashed. I had the edge over my
enemy. Now the enemy was the prey and I was the predator. My mind was focused
and with one swift action I enforced a bodily blow to the enemy, sending
screeches of help from the struggling victim. The chicken looked into my eyes
and deep into its eyes I could see red flames, symbolising a fury of hatred. The
chicken now only had attack in its mind and it slowly stumbled towards me for
the kill. Anticipating it's every move I unleashed a second blow to the head of
the chicken, sending it into shock. The enemy lay helplessly on the floor
pleading for its life. It was now a fight against time to find the treasure,
before new lines of attack arrived. Treasure and victory were my main objectives
now. Leaping and hoping towards the basket I could see a white glow that flowed
over the rims of the basket. Picking up the treasure created a wonderful
sensation. The smooth curves rubbed against my hands leaving no scratches or
marks but a warm silky feeling. The dark surroundings were lightened by the
luminous light which the object possessed. My cold hands were soon created into
warm pads of delicacy by the inner scorch that the treasure pulsated. Thoughts
of victory and success emerged in my mind and with a small teardrop emerging I
called this treasure my EGG. The war had been won. It was now time to return
home and once again face the family I had missed so much during battle.
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