The friendship of Bobo

Walt: write a narrative

The sky was purple, rain pouring everywhere you look. Jafar a middle aged man was lost in a place he never knew. He had came for a job application but flew to the wrong place. Nothing was going as planned. As Jafar walked on a little yellow ball was left on the grass but it was not just any ball it was a young tiger cub that must have been abandoned during the storm.

After a few months the tiger cub grew into a teenager and was very big, Jafar named him Bobo. Winter was coming in and they had a very bad home made out of leaves and broken bamboo. Jafar was getting fairly old and was starting to get some unfamiliar spots around his calf. Bobo stared as Jafar held in the pain it was obvious that he was hurting but Jafar was not in the mood to talk. Reaching for a leaf Jafar wrote down something and used some vines as string to tie it onto Bobo. Bobo was gone in a flash he had left to the village with the note, Bobo was not instructed to go but I guess he already knew what to do.

An old man did not hesitate to read the note on Bobo’s back. He went into his workshop, got out a big bottle of medicine with some pieces of food and a big bag. The man sprinted into an apartment then walked out with some other villagers. Bobo lead them to Jafar and he drank the medicine but it would take some time for it to work. Meanwhile the villager opened the bag which had some strange equipment inside, they all started making something. Was it a bed? Was it a fireplace? It was a little room that was stable and looked warm. Blankets,pillows and a plastic bag full with food inside. Tears rolled down Jafar’s cheek as they put him onto the blanket.

Finally, Jafar was all better and looking healthy. He still had Bobo by his side even though Bobo was really old but they were the best of friends. Nothing could erase the memory of that time.