The Last Wolf in Ireland
I once went on a school tour to Mount Leinster. It was enormous, like Godzilla. When I was at the top I went to turn. I had seen my friends talking and walking along. I tried to run towards them and join the chat, but I tripped and fell and banged my head against a rock. We were supposed to collect leaves and figure out what they were and the type they were, that would’ve been fun if I was able to do it. After I fell I figured out what had happened, the hill was so steep I couldn’t run without getting tired within two seconds of starting. It made me run wonky. I fell and cut my knee through my jeans. I thought something must have caught me. I had grey fur on my arm. I heard something, thinking at first it was my friends laughing and talking but it wasn’t. It was a howl. I knew it was over for me because I was completely lost and if I was attacked no one could be there to help me. When the bushes rustled around me I was scared for my life, I ran for the ditch to my left. It was behind me. I was cornered my life was at risk but then it caught up and rubbed into me like a dog. I looked down and saw a wolf. ‘This is weird,’ I said to myself because I thought the last one was shot in 1786. That day I made a new friend while being lost on Mount Leinster. I still had to find a way off the mountain, so it took some planning but eventually I trained the wolf to do anything I told it to. I named it Francisco; he knew his way around Mount Leinster so I followed him wherever he went. We had to jump over some trees and logs along the journey out of the mountain. Eventually it was night and we were tired so we curled up under a tree. His grey fur was very warm and cosy like a fluffy blanket. The next day we went running down the mountain. I saw some light from the windshield of the school bus glowing in the sun. ‘Could it be the end of being stuck in a mountain?’ I wondered. And yes it was, eventually I let the wolf run back up the mountain to his habitat. I was free, it was great fun running back to my house from the bus and surprising my parents when I told them what had happened.
By Diarmuid