Aziza Crowder

English 3H

October 2, 2013

Period 3

My Deteriorating World

I'm all alone on this cold frozen piece of land. All the others have vanished to other parts or became a frozen treat from white wolf. These days food is scarce. I see the water around me, but alas no fish. I've been floating for days now, I've lost track of how many. So, now I write this into the rapidly disappearing land hoping someone will see my cry for help. This whole change came about so suddenly, yet we knew it was coming soon, just not this quickly. Whole families have turned on each other, and there is no mating being talked about theses days, although it is past the time for the young ones. I fear soon there will be none of us left to give the land its white glow, or to populate the land as we once did. Our impunity has run out, and the gods are no longer on our side. The fireball in the air only exacerbates our land crisis by making the ice turn into this water I step in now. I have seen my kind swim on for days, and finally exhausted from all the struggles don't come up for air. Theses days it is hard not to have a somber attitude about my current struggle for survival. I rarely have a chance to dry my coat before I slip, once again off my piece of land. The irony of this all is that we claimed to be such a powerful, and unsurpassable species now look at us, destroying our own brothers for a piece of skin off a trout's back. However, good news does approach my way. I have heard from a passing friend that there is a land that has green fur that the remainder of my brothers have reached, with unlimited fish and not too much water. They have lost their white and traded it for a black fur coat. I believe they are a new species of us. An amazing transformation they have been through to be able to reach thhose distant lands. I must join them in the victory against the melting land I once called home. There is no going back and continuing in our orthodox habits. Our only resolution is to come and learn the ways of the new land. Come my brothers, the revolution of the polar bears await you. Do not wait for the water's cold finger tips grasp you fight on, and together we will make it to the new land.