Barbed Wire (kirk and Jacklex)
May 6, 2012 15:45:38 GMT -5
Post by ʞɹıʞ u on May 6, 2012 15:45:38 GMT -5
Something was wrong. As I was doing my rounds around the ranch, the animals were not themselves. Gravel began to scatter as I started to run through my rounds. I carefully counted each animal as I went past their pasture. The goats, the chickens, and the horses were all accounted for. I kept going. As I neared the only pasture, I noticed blood on the sharp barbed-wire fence. I slowed.
"Oh, God no," I whispered.
The one animal that was ours, that kept us alive, lay on the ground. Penny, our cow, lay there without any movements, with a pool of blood staining the lush grass with a red tint. I climbed the barbed wire fence, being careful not to cut myself, and examined the damage. Her stomach had a huge gash in it with some of her guts spilling out. I had never seen a wound of this size before. The bugs had already found her, sucking up her blood as if it were a delicious treat. If she died, our entire family died. That poor cow supplied us with nutrients to survive. We were lucky to have such a big family in District 10, and Penny played a big part in that. She supplied us with at least a gallon of milk a day, which could be made into cheese or other products, or sold at the market.
From the looks of that gash, it was a wild animal attack. I glanced around to make sure it didn't come back for seconds. The reality hit me of what that cow was worth. That cow which I paid no attention to now has the worth of my family's life. I listened for her heart. She was barely alive. I ran back to the ranch house to get a needle and thread. When I returned, I didn't even check to see if she was still alive to avoid the inevitable.
Stuffing her intestines back in her abdomen, I held my breath because the smell was horrid. I worked fast, trying to imitate the instructions we received at school for handling these kind of cases. I soon realized I was going to need for help. She was still losing to much blood. I finally did check her heart to see if all I did was in vain. Even though it was soft, I could still hear her heart beat.
"Stay with me Penny, I'll be right back," I said as I finished sewing up the wound.
I ran as fast as I could. For the rich in District 12, there were animal doctors, but our family would never be able to afford it. All I could hope for is that someone in the market would be able to help. Maybe I could by some medicinal plants there that might help her survive.
I arrived at the marketplace, frantically searching for someone to help. I quickly stopped at the plant booth and bought one of each with the little pocket money I had.
"Is anyone here a doctor?" I shouted in the middle of the marketplace. No one seemed to notice.
I shouted this many more times without response. All I had were some plants that I don't know how to use. The overcast day reflected my feelings. The marketplace was hot and overcrowded I needed someone. I started to break down, feeling tears well up.
"Oh, God no," I whispered.
The one animal that was ours, that kept us alive, lay on the ground. Penny, our cow, lay there without any movements, with a pool of blood staining the lush grass with a red tint. I climbed the barbed wire fence, being careful not to cut myself, and examined the damage. Her stomach had a huge gash in it with some of her guts spilling out. I had never seen a wound of this size before. The bugs had already found her, sucking up her blood as if it were a delicious treat. If she died, our entire family died. That poor cow supplied us with nutrients to survive. We were lucky to have such a big family in District 10, and Penny played a big part in that. She supplied us with at least a gallon of milk a day, which could be made into cheese or other products, or sold at the market.
From the looks of that gash, it was a wild animal attack. I glanced around to make sure it didn't come back for seconds. The reality hit me of what that cow was worth. That cow which I paid no attention to now has the worth of my family's life. I listened for her heart. She was barely alive. I ran back to the ranch house to get a needle and thread. When I returned, I didn't even check to see if she was still alive to avoid the inevitable.
Stuffing her intestines back in her abdomen, I held my breath because the smell was horrid. I worked fast, trying to imitate the instructions we received at school for handling these kind of cases. I soon realized I was going to need for help. She was still losing to much blood. I finally did check her heart to see if all I did was in vain. Even though it was soft, I could still hear her heart beat.
"Stay with me Penny, I'll be right back," I said as I finished sewing up the wound.
I ran as fast as I could. For the rich in District 12, there were animal doctors, but our family would never be able to afford it. All I could hope for is that someone in the market would be able to help. Maybe I could by some medicinal plants there that might help her survive.
I arrived at the marketplace, frantically searching for someone to help. I quickly stopped at the plant booth and bought one of each with the little pocket money I had.
"Is anyone here a doctor?" I shouted in the middle of the marketplace. No one seemed to notice.
I shouted this many more times without response. All I had were some plants that I don't know how to use. The overcast day reflected my feelings. The marketplace was hot and overcrowded I needed someone. I started to break down, feeling tears well up.
