Eye of the Wolf

The Cheetah’s Story by Charlie

I remember being brought up in grey Africa. Time of my life! Tumbling about with brothers and sisters. Hunting goats. I was born free! But then as I grew older, I had to forge a life of my own. It was rough going at first, but then I got the hang of it. Easy.

I was silent, as always, hunting my kill. But this boy, Africa, he blew my mind away. ‘I heard you Cheetah,’ he said.

‘Impossible,’ I thought.

Even more impressive he heard two fleas on my shoulder. He became my inseparable best friend. I helped protect his flock of goats all day long and in return, I got one of his fantastic stories in the evening. It was on one of these nights that I was captured. Africa was telling me a story when we suddenly heard the cackle of the hyena. I thought he had eaten the Abyssinian dove. I ran to protect it. But it was a trap. The hunters had returned.

That’s how I ended up in the zoo. Placed next to the stinking hyena, and not taking an eye off the goat. I hadn’t slept until Africa came. I was so happy! It felt like I was being reunited with my family. Finally I could get some sleep!