Dear Professor Turo

I am writing to you to ask you to send Miridon back to the future.

My first point is it has been here for twelve years. Don’t you think that’s quite a long time? Don’t you think it misses it’s family? Have you noticed it looks a bit homesick at times?

Also I am concerned it might destroy this timeline as it is from hundreds of years in the future. Last year a whole species was replaced by its future self! You and Midiron may be able to stop gangs of villains but not save time itself! Also Area zero (the place where you live) is filled to the brim with robotic creatures from the future and no one but you is allowed to enter now because it is to dangerous for anyone to enter.

To build on this concern if you let this continue it might make time implode. If you didn’t realize that would mean that you wouldn’t save the world and all its people you’d destroy the world and all its people!

It’s all right for you because you could just use your time machine to jump back in time but not for anyone else because we would all be dead!

Moreover what if Miridon got badly hurt or worse? You would feel guilty for the rest of your life for bringing it here. Also it might have a self-destruct feature if it dies so when your checking if its dead it might explode and kill you!

To summarise you should bring Miridon back to the future and then never go back. You could even go with it and stay there.

Yours sincerely Arven

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X woke up with a start; the mammoth still slept. Outside, he could hear people shouting. Looking through a crack in the old food stand, he saw a bunch of soldiers running into the ruins of the Hydro. X woke the mammoth up. It looked at him with its huge green eyes, wondering why it had been woken up. He covered the tip of its trunk with his hands to show that it had to not make any sound. Someone shouted commands at the soldiers; the mammoth loudly grunted; X squeaked. 

Crawling backwards towards the entrance to the seating area in the main room, X beckoned the mammoth. It silently shuffled across the floor towards him. Crouching down, they hid behind some old, ruined seats. 

At that moment, someone burst through the door. There was a pause, someone was trying to hear something. Beams of light went right over and past there hiding spot; footsteps echoed; the soldiers began to look. Looking out of a hole in one of the seats, dark shadows moved. A freezing, December gust blew through the roof. Shivering, X lay beside the mammoth. They would have to wait this out and run once the soldiers were gone.

It seemed like an eternity, but it had probably only been a hour when the soldiers left. It was early morning now and in the orange sunlight, the mammoth spoke to X… without opening its mouth. Their minds seemed to be connected as it said it had to reach a hatch. A hatch that would lead to it’s world where there were no hunters.

X had an idea that maybe the hatch was on front of the statue with the cone on its head. He checked her trunk. It was still bleeding; It was getting weaker by the hour. He wondered if they would make it to the statue.

X had to find the hatch to help the mammoth. So only the sun saw the two figures, the ancient beast and the boy trying to get to the middle of the abandoned city, They made there way, street by street avoiding soldiers, in a deadly game of hide and seek.

Outside, the rain poured down onto the old, battered building. Inside, X ran through the ruined cinema, hoping there would be somewhere to hide. Folding chairs were wrecked, mouldy popcorn was everywhere and the cinema screen had a big hole in it. To his disbelief, this huge cinema didn’t have a second exit. There was no way out.

The man stood at the back of the cinema, pulling his gun out of his pocket. X squeaked…

… In an instant, something grunted, rumbling the whole cinema. Out of the hole in the cinema screen a long brown trunk and two white tusks appeared. It stomped past X and stopped in between him and the man. 

It was colossal. Hairy and brown. X realised he was standing beside a woolly mammoth. It stood on its hind legs and trumpeted. A second later, the man ran as fast as he could. X ducked behind the wrecked chairs, realising that the mammoth had crushed them.

The mammoth lay on its side, looking at X. He could see she had lost a part of her trunk. It was bleeding as it lay there. He had never seen a prehistoric creature before. He could smell an ancient, icy scent and watched as its tail swished around on the floor.

It stared with its huge eyes at him, as if it was surprised to see him, waiting to see what he would do. He stopped ducking behind the chairs and walked over to it stroking its mane. It made a tiny happy trumpet as if to say it liked that. Its eyes looked like two tiny planets in its face. He could see it was happy but also worried.

Then it spoke. A prehistoric, deep voice seemed to come from the air all around him. “I need your help,” It said, quickly. ” We need to find the hatch.”

X looked at it, nodding pretending he knew what it meant. He new right there that no matter what, he had to look after this creature. No matter what. “They will be back soon,” Said the mammoth “Help me hide.”

An hour later, X and the mammoth were back in Scotland hiding in the ruins of the hydro. No one went in there anymore. There used to be big gigs played and monster trucks driven in it but nothing happened anymore. He often slept in a little stall he had found there. The mammoth sat behind the stall and slept. X kept watch.

It was a freezing night in November. Ice and snow covIt was a freezing night in November. Ice and snow covered every single bit of the ruined streets of Glasgow. It was pitch black since the bomb destroyed almost everything including lampposts.

X felt miserable. He was staring at the gateway between half of the ruined country of Scotland and the taken over part of Scotland now known as New England. He pulled down his cap and shivered as he walked by the ruins of the Hydro.

He could see the guard letting other guards who were scouting for survivors back Into New England checking there passes and capturing people trying to sneak through.

“Stop right there!” Roared the guard, pulling the barrier down. He gave him his fake pass that said he was the son of someone called lord Johnson and the guard put it into the machine.

“Why were you in Scotland Sir?” He politely asked, standing more upright.

” I was told by my dad that there was a rare type of metal that you could only find in Scotland and that I needed to get it,” X replied, trying to put on the best English accent he could. The guard nodded and opened the barrier to let him through,

A few hours later, X reached Edinburgh. Here there were building that weren’t ruined and didn’t have spray paint all over them and there were people with hoverboards and fancy clothes. X wished he had been born In England at the end of the war rather than Scotland.

Sneaking through ferry road, X tried to make people not notice him but it was quite hard due to his ruined clothes.

He turned around and saw a man ,darting towards him, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in his pocket.

“Come here boy!” He spat, getting closer to X “You better give me all your money or your dead!” he roared, pinning him against a wall. X kicked him in the stomach and ran as he doubled over but he ran straight into a dead end!

The man shouted “No where to run now child!” X was about to get killed. He knew he shouldn’t have come here, but just as the man approached he saw a door and a few seconds later he was inside. ered every single bit of the ruined streets of Glasgow. It was pitch black since the bomb destroyed almost everything including lampposts.

X felt miserable. He was staring at the gateway between half of the ruined country of Scotland and the taken over part of Scotland now known as New England. He pulled down his cap and shivered as he walked by the ruins of the Hydro.

He could see the guard letting other guards who were scouting for survivors back Into New England checking there passes and capturing people trying to sneak through.

“Stop right there!” Roared the guard, pulling the barrier down. He gave him his fake pass that said he was the son of someone called lord Johnson and the guard put it into the machine.

“Why were you in Scotland Sir?” He politely asked, standing more upright.

” I was told by my dad that there was a rare type of metal that you could only find in Scotland and that I needed to get it,” X replied, trying to put on the best English accent he could. The guard nodded and opened the barrier to let him through,

A few hours later, X reached Edinburgh. Here there were building that weren’t ruined and didn’t have spray paint all over them and there were people with hoverboards and fancy clothes. X wished he had been born In England at the end of the war rather than Scotland.

Sneaking through ferry road, X tried to make people not notice him but it was quite hard due to his ruined clothes.

He turned around and saw a man ,darting towards him, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in his pocket.

“Come here boy!” He spat, getting closer to X “You better give me all your money or your dead!” he roared, pinning him against a wall. X kicked him in the stomach and ran as he doubled over but he ran straight into a dead end!

The man shouted “No where to run now child!” X was about to get killed. He knew he shouldn’t have come here, but just as the man approached he saw a door and a few seconds later he was inside.

Tarantula, tarantula,

Why do you have 

Eight legs when you

Only need two?

Tarantula, tarantula,

Why are you so furry

Unlike most other spiders?

Tarantula, tarantula,

Why do you eat smaller

Bugs when you are a bug yourself?

Tarantula, tarantula, 

Why do you use venom when

You can kill your prey without it?

Tarantula, tarantula,

Why do you have eight eyes?

Why do you look like you are

An alien?

Tarantula, tarantula,

Why are you so small when you 

Can be big and be able to be a 

human-swallower?

Tarantula, tarantula,

How can you stand upside down like

You have glue on your feet,

Waiting to jump on your next victim?

Tarantula, Tarantula,

Why do you live in dense jungles

Where it is dark and damp like

Poison dart frogs?

Tarantula, tarantula,

Why are you so scary to humans,

 a monster of the real world?

Tarantula, tarantula 

Why do you grab your

Food with your hands 

And wrap it up in food with your

Webs?

The axolotl

Under water, the axolotl lies.

It’s tail like a pink eel swimming behind it.

The red frills wiggling in the water like worms trying to dance.

Hiding from predators in its pink pot,

Smiling at the seaweed, teeming with life,

It’s immobile leg doing nothing.

Endlessly staring with its blue eyes,

trying to slumber.