Gregor Lackner

A Boy Stops A War

I lived with my family in the Swiss Alps (mountains). I was a eight year old boy.

One day I walked in the forest. I noticed a fox and I wanted to follow it, but it was too fast. Now I didn’t know where I was. Oh no, I was lost. My Dad always said if you are too curious in the forest and you not concentrated anymore, then you get lost. That’s what I was thinking of. I just stared sadly at the ground. First I stamped my feet and then screamed “Aahhhhhh” Then I went calmer and said “I shouldn’t have done that.” Suddenly I heard a big “BOOM!” I thought what could it be? I looked down the cliff. I was shocked: Many people were fighting each other, shooting and hitting. First I closed my eyes and thought that is not true.

Suddenly I saw the foxes home. I tried to go in, but I slipped and I fell in. It was like a slide. It was a dark slide. Suddenly I came to a horrible land with fields. I looked around, I thought I dreamed that. Then I saw a rock, a high one. I climbed on it and shouted. “What’s that! Why are you fighting? We want to live in freedom not arguing and stuff like that!! Then suddenly everyone stopped fighting. I went on “Stop fighting! You could go home or you keep on fighting and maybe die.” Everybody cheered “ Hooooraaaaay!” And everybody went cheering home. One stayed there. It was my Dad. I ran to him. We said happily “Let’s go home!”

The End