24 of November 2004

 

A Letter in a Bottle

 

Dear reader,

 

Please come and rescue me, my name is Bozzo, I am on an island all by myself. If you don't believe me I will tell you my story about how I came to this island and about how I survived here until now.

A year ago I was near Hawaii with my father and we were fishing. Suddenly I felt a bite, then another then something pulled me in the water,while I was struggling with the enormous fish in the water. I didn't notice I couldn't see my father's boat anymore. I swam a lot but I couldn't find anything.

Just then I noticed I had my fishing stick in my hand, when I thought about the fish it was too late, suddenly it pulled so hard that it was like water skiing. When I got too tired of trying to get that fish, I pulled the stick so that the hook would let go. Then I relaxed in the water trying not to think I would have never seen my parents again. Later I fell asleep dreaming that the fish would have never hooked to my rod.

When I opened my eyes, I was on dry land. I went looking for people but I didn't find anyone, as I continued walking I found my fishing stick on the ground. When I started getting hungry I remembered my father told me that the worms under the sand near the sea were a perfect bait for fish. I caught some of those worms and I started fishing with my new bait.

In an hour I caught three enormous carps in a lake I found on the island. That was really a good bait, I told myself while I was walking around one of those many hills there were on that island I strained on.

Now the problem to solve was to make a fire. So an idea came to my head, since I read at school that primitive people made a fire by scratching two stones one against the other so I thought it would have been good to try. When I tried it really worked out good! I made a little fire, I got a pointed stick to clean the fish and then I cooked it with the fire I just made. When it was ready it tasted very good.

Then I exclaimed: " Tomorrow I am going to fish on the sea!"

 

During the night I slept under a high palm tree, just when I was about to fell asleep I heard some very strange sounds. I thought it was a beast so I tried to make a fire going but then I saw that a boy made those sounds. He was tall like me and he had blond hair. When I asked him his name he told me he was called Tommy and he told me that this island was called Bozzoland because a boy called Bozzo was destined to come here. Then I told him that my name was Bozzo and I told him how I came to this island. When I finished he told me that the aeroplane he was flying on crashed against the Bozzo Mountain that is the highest mountain in the world and that it was on Bozzoland and that he was the only one to survive.

 

The next day we met at the Bozzo Mountain where we decided to look for a shelter where we could sleep. In fact after a few minutes we found a big and comfortable cave. Later we went fishing together sharing my stick so we caught three big tuna fish that we cooked and ate on a fire and it tasted really, really good.

 

Later we decided to build some weapons to hunt animals because we didn't want to eat always fish and fruit so we built a bow with twelve arrows and a very pointed spear. At the end we killed in all three rabbits and a big deer that I caught because Tommy was scared of his horns.

 

Two or three days after we felt the desire of going back to our countries, so we wrote this letter that you are reading and we are waiting anxiously for you to come and rescue us. Since this island is near Hawaii come and look for a circular island with a high mountain in the center. We are waiting for you to come and rescue us.

 

Sincerely,

 

Bozzo and Tommy

 

P.S. if you can't come please ask someone else to do it!

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