Personal Narrative-Footprints In The Mud

Footprints in the Mud

Most people know about elephants, the giant mammals that graze across hot, sunny grasslands in Africa. But I, the great gomphotherium, came before the elephant. I used to live in a relatively large herd. It was kind of a combination of other, smaller herds. My herd had decided to move into this larger herd because of a nearby disaster that had recently killed off some of our group. I became especially attached to another gomphotherium in our new group and we were inseparable, or as you might call us today, “best friends forever”. We grazed in the muddy swamps all day and sometimes ran off from the group to explore new land on our own. We always had fun together!

My day usually kicked off at the break of dawn. I got up from my comfy sleeping spot on the ground, had a quick snack of grass, and slowly tromped over to my best friend. After she got up, we marched together over to a nearby lake to sit and graze. We ate, watched the insects and birds sip nectar from strange flowers, and ate, and slept for a bit, then we sat there

As I marched over to her usual sleeping spot, she was nowhere in sight. I thought she might have gone somewhere with her family, so I went over to our usual eating spot and, well, I ate. Halfway through the day, she still hadn’t come over to eat. I was getting worried, so I went back over to her family’s spot and they were all frantically calling for her. “What’s happening?” I asked. “Oh, it’s terrible! Just terrible! We can’t find her anywhere. Do you have any idea where she might be?” I shook my head and went off to look for her myself. It was almost night fall and she hadn’t come back. I was so worried and I felt quite nauseous. My stomach was all tied in knots. Where could she be? She didn’t tell me or, by the looks of it, anyone that she would be leaving. I felt terrible, and I spent the whole night tossing and turning in my