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Throat Singing with Harpy
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- Min Kyung (Ariane) Lee (12)
Hong Kong International School
字數 Word Count: 0(中) 495(Eng)
An indefinite sound burst up the Arctic air with fear and dismay. It was distant, echoing from the frozen ground all the way up into the magnificent Northern Lights that brightened my view. I dashed over to observe the source of the miserable sound that haunted my own two ears.
I encountered a baby harp seal, who sobbed helplessly on an iceberg deserted by the Arctic water.
“Please rescue me, Inuit girl,” the harp seal pleaded me, draining all her spirit into that one statement. She looked so desperate like a polar bear rummaging through ice-floes to find her cub.
How did the baby harp seal talk to me? How could I understand it? At that moment, the hunting lessons I had attentively learned flashed in my memories like a sudden lightning bolt. I prepared my hunting spears, ready for the prime catch that would prevent our family’s frequent starvation.
“Please. My name is Harpy. I’ve been carried on an iceberg, when a sudden eruption of a mountain happened due to gradual warming on earth. My precious family was right underneath the mountain.”
My hands were moist with sweat, as I clutched my spear tightly to my chest, determined to hunt down the seal. In the present, I was envisioning both my family’s emotions and Harpy’s at the same time. Should I take advantage of the poor seal, or not?
My thoughts drifted off to a completely different world, a place where every creature that existed in the Arctic had a capacious amount of diet, and a tranquil habitat. On the other side of that peaceful world, nothing had taken form on land, for it was only plain water.
I certainly knew no creature would ever reach desirable status of living if the world as a whole kept on forging global warming. I had to act for this little adorable creature.
In challenging situations, such as this baby harp seal’s case, I thought every soul on Earth should support one another to grow in the faith of protecting the earth.
As soon as I guided Harpy in our sturdy igloo, a snowstorm agitated viciously outside, as if it wanted to tell me a frustrating story.
A day passed before the blizzard ended. Our family hadn’t eaten anything for three days in a row. We were in desperate need of food. I was sleeping, when a clang of hunting spears sounded from downstairs. I descended the stairs speedily.
My family members were trying to pry Harpy. Harpy was shivering in the corner where we had kept the reindeer fur. She jerked a menacing eye to me, since she thought I had originally planned to hunt her down after wooing her into our igloo.
“Stop at once!” I warned them. Miraculously, me and Harpy started to throat sing together and everyone in the igloo all ended up laughing so hard. Our eyes met each other seeking for the right answer to describe our friendship.
A true compassion.
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