We should have stronger penalties for people who abuse animals

We should have stronger penalties for people who abuse animals!

Have you ever wondered why we have organizations like the SPCA? Have you wondered some owners abused their pets? Do you think that animals should be treated this way? Do you think that the old owners need a bigger punishment than a fine? Pets love to be to be around us, but half of them live in terrible and squalid conditions, being abused on a regular basis, and then, we there is no more use for them, dumped, on the side of a street, where workers for organizations like the SPCA find them, and take them under their wing until adoption. The original owner/owners don’t get a penalty except for a fine, that’s when they’re caught, and even that is small.  I think we should have bigger punishments for the injury the animal has sustained, something bigger than a fine.

When people buy an animal, the pet shop think it’s because they want a companion. Some people have the delusionary thought that because they have bought the animal, they have the right to do whatever they want with it, and then you wonder why they treat their animal cruelly and why the SPCA even exists. Then you go to the SPCA website and the are stories of animals that are underfed, injured, dumped and unwanted.

Some pets are underfed or don’t get essential requirements that we have, like nutrition, and are therefore living a terrible existence. Some are restrained, having to do everything in the same patch of dirt. Others are wounded and injured, so hurt that when the are dumped they are limping around towns and streets. More are dumped and left to meander around. The owners don’t get much of a penalty, unless you count a very small fine.

The punishment is usually done when the old owner is caught and actually differs in countries. In some places it is a short sentence in prison. In others it is a extremely small fine. Small punishments make it seem alright for someone to hurt their pet, then get away with it.

People may say that they’re just animals, they don’t have real feelings. That is not true. Animals, especially the kind that spend their time with humans, have feelings. they feel sadness when they are left out and loneliness when the can only interact with themselves.

Others may say that they store-bought items, we can do whatever we want with them. Again, untrue. They are animals, living objects with beating hearts that feel pain. They are changed beings based on what you do to them, you hurt them, they become cruel. Treat them with love and they will give it back.

We must have bigger consequences for people who abuse animals because it is cruel, uncaring and evil. We should look after them and care for them and show them respect. Dogs and cats have saved people’s lives before and now it is time for us to save theirs. We should increase the fines and lengthen the jailing period. We should stop animal cruelty once and for all!!

Diya C

The bigfoot story (diya)

The Bigfoot story

It had been 12 days since the video had been released on google. Everybody was talking about it, some doubting it was really bigfoot, or a man in a costume. People were wondering if the military would send out a search squad, or let him roam. Yanni decided to Kill bigfoot.

“You guys in this?” Yanni asked. The three other team members nodded yes. “I need your names, skill, gender and age”

The first one stood up “ my name is Zeb, 13,, male, Skills: archeology, karate and javelin.”

Then the second “ Sarah, 11, Female, Athletics, sniper rifle aim and swimming”

The last: “Diya, 11, Female, Aim, survival, tracking, science, knife throwing, athletics, tree climbing, all martial arts and acrobatics.”

All four of them had a fitful sleep that night.

When he woke up, Yanni had a tingling feeling of excitement coursing through his whole body. He knew that today his team would be flying to south america, close to the amazon rainforest, where bigfoot supposedly lived. The doorbell rang and when he opened the door he found his team ready with all the equipment he had asked them for, plus extras. “You guys ready for this?” he inquired. They all nodded, barely able to speak with excitement.

15 hours later on the plane the captain was telling everybody that the lights were going off. Suddenly, Diya heard a slight grating noise. She ducked in time to see the knife get stabbed into  the fabric of the chair. Seeing the size of her male opponent, 6 foot 3’’. Summoning some strength she kicked him in the stomach and punched him twice in the head. Her opponent, staggering with the force of he blows took out another knife and threw it with such accuracy it would have hit her in the arm had she not kicked him in the forehead with her high-heel, causing a massive dent in his skull that turned him crazy. As he walked away to his seat muttering “must drink poison….Must drink poison” She slept in the next seat, through the rest of the uneventful flight.

That morning as the plane touched down at their destination, and the foursome finished security checks, they ran to the forest and started to cut through the greenery. An hour later they heard a crack and a bullet buried itself in Sarah’s arm. with a shriek she fell backwards. “Are you ok?” Yanni asked as Zeb winced at the large amount of blood and Diya struggled with a pair of tweezers to take the bullet out.

“That’s a dumb question, of course I’m not ok!”  Sarah spat.

“Ok but how are we going to get through this forest pronto when one of our team is injured?”

“Just hand me some tweezers, some medical alcohol and some bandages.”

When she pulled out the bullet, Sarah nearly dropped it in shock. “Hey Yanni, there’s a message on this thing and it’s for you!”

Roughly scratched on to the dark metal was Open this Yanni.  When he opened it, Yanni stared in shock at the message inside. “ a death threat,” He muttered. “lets set out again. we don’t have much time.”

An hour later the group, each one of them glistening with sweat,  stood in front of a cliff. There, half way up, was their goal. “Bigfoot’s cave” whispered Sarah in shock.

“well, how we going to climb it? I mean Sarah’s no use with one arm wounded, and we haven’t brought any climbing equipment.” Yanni thought aloud.

“hey I’m not useless!!” Sarah shrieked “ just get me some vines,”

All would have gone well if that moment Bigfoot had not thrown a rock which crushed Zeb’s legs. Yanni couldn’t stop thinking “he could improve his aim.” Bigfoot jumped down into a tree, Then out, and slowly but painfully crushed Zeb, Head last. “ouch,” was all Sarah could say.

Fast as lightening, Yanni and Diya took out their machine guns and pumped bigfoot full of bullets. “ Eat lead you giant furball!!” Screamed Yanni. That was a mistake because bigfoot DID eat a bullet. “Woah,” Gawped Sarah. Bigfoot grabbed Sarah and threw her into his cave thinking she would make a nice midnight snack (she survived the fall).

Then bigfoot tore off his face, revealing Jackson Twiss’s head

“ Don’t hurt me!!!” He yelled

“Come on Twiss help me kill Bigfoot!!”

“No wait I,”

“Yanni, Twiss is bigfoot” Diya Roared.

“She’s right Yanni!!”

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhh!!!” Yanni screamed and closing his eyes, lifted his machine gun higher, Shooting Twiss in the head.

5 minutes later Yanni lowered his machine gun and groaned “Is it over?” opening his eyes. Then he Saw Twiss lying on the ground with 50 bullet holes in his face.

“Oh No Twiss bigfoot ate you!! Meh who cares?” Shrieked Yanni shrugging.

“Let’s call our ride,” Said Diya delightfully. As the remainder of the team flew home ( Sarah, Diya and Yanni) the real bigfoot looked at the horizon and walked back to his cave.

When they got home Reha the Millionare gave them 1 Million dollars each.

The terror of the deep. (a narrative poem)

The sea hides it’s true terror,

The one true error,

For in the deep,

Is one secret the sea may keep.

The water around looks like night,

And if you’re a fish, be ready for flight,

For the squid will come,

He’s the terror, the only one.

He is the Krakken Of The Deep,

And all day long he sleeps and sleeps,

When night falls, he will arise

The fish tremble at their impending demise.

First passes by some lanternfish

He gobbles them up. “what a nice dish,”

A Sweeper shark passes by,

With the look of death in his beady eye,

But he doesn’t eat it,

For like it he doesn’t, a bit,

And around the Sweeper shark,

Are some Hagfish, black and dark.

An  bony Oarfish passes by,

Spots the squid and starts to cry

The squid wraps his tentacles around him,

and as he squeezes its eyes become dim.

He spots the Dragonfish, whose tail he’d chewed,

His last and favourite of all the food,

But the Dragonfish saw him coming,

And  this time it was a lot more cunning.

For nearby there was a net,

And the Squid, he hadn’t seen it yet,

Swam he did right into it,

And a hook scratched his skin and bit.

The other fish, they left him there,

And as he was pulled into the air,

Shrieking and screaming in blind rage,

Leaving him flailing inside his net cage.

And as the deep was relieved of it’s terror,

The one true error,

And as for the deep,

One secret the sea may keep,

Is now found,

The new terrors are the trawler nets on the ground.

© Nyan productions

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The black Dragonfish,

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The Bracken coloured Giant squid

swims through darkness,

hunting for some prey

For those of you who don't know, bioluminesence is the production of light by natural organisims.

Diya-narrative writing

Sitting behind the pile of rubble, I looked out to the stars. Once this was a peaceful country, with no protests. Then the Government had decided that they should build on a park, Gezi park. We didn’t like it and peacefully protested. The government responded badly. Now the protests were violent and everybody wore gas masks because of tear gas. My family had died when police started using gunshots to stop protest and I had been badly injured and that still affected me.

We hadn't been in the protest on purpose. We had only gone to the market when the protesters filled the area, the police following and shooting off random gunshots, killing innocent marketers and buyers.

The jet black sky above and the sun-baked buildings full of holes made me feel like an ant. Rubble lay everywhere. Suddenly I hear footsteps.My heart beats fast as I shrink down behind the pile of rubble. A rush of adrenaline flows through my body. My gas mask feels as it is trying to suffocate me. The footsteps become  louder.Adrenaline courses through my body like never before. My  hands become clammy and useless. All of a sudden I hear a voice “Hands up” it ordered, gruffly. All I remembered was a baton hitting me on the head, then darkness consumed me.