My Hieroglyphic narrative

Hi this tearm I wrote a hieroglyphic narrative and this is my writing I hope you like it.

My name is Holly and these are my symbols

What happens in the wild

 

Let me tell you a story about the time when I was in the wild. It started a bit like this… I was on an african wild life tour. The tour guide was talking about how he sometimes sees lions basking in the sun, I thought that was amazing. Then all of a sudden I heard a noise, but not just any noise it sounded like something struggling. But what could it be?

I told the tour guide to stop the truck so I could take a closer look at what was making the noise. I saw a quail chick trapped in a net made of double read leaves and twisted flax wicks. I started to run to try and save it but something had beaten me to the poor little quail. It was a lion It had a scar on his eye and a long wavy mane. I was hoping he wouldn’t eat the quail chick and more importantly that he wouldn’t spot me. To my surprise the lion was actually trying to save the stressed little creature. The lion was tugging on the net to free the bird. I got the camera out and took a photo to capture this wonderful moment.

When I hopped back into the truck to continue the tour, the tour guide tried to turn on the ignition it wouldn’t start. The tour guide hopped out of the truck to inspect what went wrong. I wanted to help but I knew I had no experience in car mechanics. After awhile it started to become dark and we had no hope to get back to the camp base.

I was feeling anxious and nervous but I still kept my cool. Then something was moving towards the truck. A rhino… Wait a RHINO? It was coming closer and closer to the truck. With quick thinking we ran to the side of the truck well away from the rhino. Then in a blink of an eye the rhino stampeeded the truck and pieces of debris flew everywhere. I shielded myself with my arms. Then he turned to us….

At that moment, I had even less hope. Then all of a sudden a lion pounced to attack the rhino. It had a scar on its eye like the lion I had seen saving the quail chick. The lion gave a mighty roar that frightened the rhino away. I was so relieved, although the truck was still destroyed and we couldn’t see any way to get back to the camp base. Then the lion knelt down so that we could climb on its back. We were sceptical at first, but it seemed like the only option and we didn’t want the rhino to come back! We tentatively climbed aboard and the rode the lion back to the camp base.

The lion bowed to us when we arrived and then before we could thank him, he darted off into the distance.

This was the very first african wildlife tour and was one that I would never forget, and to this day I have been on many more wildlife adventures.

The End