Cindy, 7A, RDF International School When she didn’t know what to cut anymore, she decided to climb down the mountain. She broke the scissors in two and used the blades like climbing sticks. The fog was thick and she couldn’t see the ground. Suddenly, she lodged a blade into a rock and it was stuck. She pulled with all of her might, but her hand was slippery with sweat, and she fell. She closed her eyes tightly. When she opened one eye, she saw that looking down at her were five silhouetted faces. Then, looking carefully, she saw that they each had beady eyes, a double chin and a flabby belly. They were all on snapping pictures of her with their phones. One of them shouted at her: “I lost my game because of you! I’m going to lose so many subs!” The boys all turned their backs and returned to their phones. “Sorry about your submarines.” She said “My name is—” “Quiet!” snapped one of the boys. “A new match is starting!” The boys all ignored her. Soon she was bored again. She started to look for something to do. She saw that her scissors were out of reach, but as she looked up, she saw something else: her old knitting needles. They were embedded into a rock at the bottom of the mountain. As she approached them, she felt as if she were approaching Excalibur. She wiped her hands on her dress and said to herself, “I won’t give up this time.” Gripping the needles as if her life depended on it, she gave the needles a great, big yank. But like the sword which King Arthur pulled from the stone, the needles slid out effortlessly — like plucking a pair of feathers — and she tumbled backwards. Again, she crashed into the ground. The boys stayed focused on their game. She couldn’t stop her hands from making little circles. Before she knew it, she was tugging grass from the ground and knitting it into a giant green scarf. One of the boys looked at her for a second, but sighed and shook his head. Then the black clouds came and smothered the sun. Suddenly one of the boys put on the face of an angry baby and said: “W-w-w-w-... Wi-Fi!” Another of the boys pointed and laughed at him, but then realized that he didn’t have Wi-Fi either! A few seconds later, they each dropped their phone to the ground and began crying a stream of tears. Then they saw the knitting woman and they dried their eyes. They were inspired by her determination. They decided to join her. Some of them went to collect grass, while the others found food to survive. Soon, they all watched that the scarf reached into the sky like a giant dragon. It sliced the clouds in half and the sunlight returned like a spotlight upon them. Helicopters were coming now to rescue them. The woman saw her scarf waving in the wind. And finally she said: “That’s enough.” | 