Descriptive Teks

My Two Cats

People usually have pets, me too. My pets are cats. My cats are Javanesse male cats. Their name are Mbuthel and Loreng. I get them when I have a female cat, called Pupeng. Pupeng gave birth kittens and I give then names. They are Putih, Loreng, and Mbuthel. I name the first Putih because the colour is white, in Javanesse it is called putih. Then I name the second Mbuthel, because the tail is short and circle, so the body seems like short, in Javanesse it is called mbuthel.

Mbuthel is very funny and not naughty. The fur is very smooth. The fur colour is white and grey. The eyes is grey too. The nose is pink. The tail is short and the voice is loud.

Loreng is funnytoo, but very naughty. The fur is the same to Mbuthel. It is smooth and the colour is white and grey. The nose is black like his eyes. The tail is long and the colour is black and white. The voice is loud too, but it is more like noise forme.

Even though, Loreng is a naughty cats, but I miss him both of them. It is because I like cats very much. I like all kind of cats including the Javanesse cat. My love to Mbuthel and Loreng.

Fabel

The Lion and The Tiger King

One morning the tiger woke up in the jungle and told his mate that he was king of beasts.

"Leo, the lion, is king of beasts," she said.

"We need a change," said the tiger. "The creatures are crying for a change."

The tigress listened but she could hear no crying, except that of her cubs.

"I'll be king of beasts night when the moon rises," said the tiger. "It will be a yellow moon with black stripes, in my honour."

"Oh sure," said the tigress as she went to look after her young, one of whom, a male, looked like his father, had got an imaginary thorn in his paw.

The tiger prowled through the jungle till he came to the lion's den. "Come out," he roared," and greet the king of beasts! The king is dead, long live the king!"

Inside the den, the lioness woke her mate. "The king is here to see you," she said.

"What. King?" he inquired, sleepily.

"The king of beasts," she said.

"I am the king of beasts," roared Leo and he charged out of the den to defend his crown against the pretender.

It was a terrible fight and it lasted until the setting of the sun. All of the animals in the jungle joined in. Some supported the side of the tiger and others the lion. Every creatures from the aardvark to the zebra took part in the struggle to overthrow the lion or to repulse the tiger, but some did not knot know which they were fighting for. Some fought for both, and some fought anyone who was near them and some fought for the sake of fighting.

"What are we fighting for?" someone asked the aardvark.

"The old order," said the aardvark.

"What are we dying for?" someone asked the zebra.

"The new order," said the zebra.

When the moon rose, fevered and gibbous, it shone upon a jungle in which nothing stirred except a macaw and a cockatoo, screaming in horror. All the beasts were dead except the tiger. He was getting order and his time was ticking away. He was the monarch of all he surveyed, but it didn't seem to mean anything.