By Rose Liu
In Rogge Cloof nature reserve, there was a snowstorm taking place. A cheetah named Sandstorm was cold. He wanted a cabin!! He decided to hunt one down, not knowing that you don’t hunt cabins down. He prowled up and down and all around until he found a sign that said, “This way to Bullseye Cabin,” and one end of the sign was pointy. The point was pointing towards a cluster of trees. Sandstorm didn’t understand the sign. All he knew was it had cabin written on part of it, and it was pointing somewhere. “I wish I learned more of people-talk; I can’t understand!” He put his paws on his head and tugged at his ears a little. Finally, he declared, “I can’t understand, but I have an idea. I will follow the pointy sign!” He picked up his paws and tramped and tramped, till he got to a clearing and there, standing tall, with a sign beside it, his cabin!
The photographer opened the door. The weather report had said there was going to be a blizzard soon. He needed more firewood. “Good grief, this is Africa! Not the north pole. And there’s already a snowstorm! Good grief!” he thought. Then he went back inside, climbed up the ladder to his room and walked to his wardrobe. Fortunately, he remembered The Great Snowstorm of 1989 and had some snow gear hidden away in a chest in the back of his closet. He dusted off the chest and tugged out all his bulky gear. He put on his snow pants, under jacket, extra socks, parka, snow boots, snowshoes, gloves, hat, and scarf. He shuffled to he ladder and grabbed on, but it was too slippery, and his mitten was sliding off, so he waved his arms and legs around and around to try and stay on but then, his mitten slipped down and he came falling down. He landed with a thump and picked himself up and dusted himself off. “I really should install some stairs,” he grumbled. Then he grabbed his phone and camera and one extra mitten and one extra scarf for the phone and the camera to keep warm. Then he shuffled outside, because when you’re that bundled-up and must hold a bundled-up camera and a bundled-up phone in your bundled-up hands, it is impossible not to slowly shuffle.
That was when he saw the cheetah, slowly stalking. He quickly snapped a picture, just as the cheetah disappeared into the snow. He went to the shed and grabbed his big bobsled. Then he held on to the string and tugged it out of the shed. He had forgotten to lock the cabin door.
As soon as the photographer was out of sight, Sandstorm dashed over and tugged the door open and dashed in and slammed the door on the cold, cold, snow.