Project 2: Creative Writing : That little girl

That little girl

The little girl was running along the street. It was three o´clock in the early morning.
Her grandmother had sent her running to rouse up the village when they had seen the
red flames leaping up to the sky from behind the trees of the neighboring farm.
Maybe it was a fire that had broken out accidentally or, even worse, an attack on the
farm, she thought as she ran along the middle of the street. Whichever the answer,
she had to get to her uncle´s house fast. She finally arrived, and stood before the dark
entrance to the hut, feeling suddenly scared and insecure. She had heard a low growl
in the bushes on the right. She knew that sound well, it was a hyena. These creatures
always roamed around when something bad was happening. The little girl remembered
this and jumped into the hut shouting.
The hyena watched from its hiding place in the bushes. A moment later, four men came
running out of the hut, waving torches and shouting. They were running down the road.
With a leap, the hyena was after them. It smelt the smoke in the air and knew that there
would be something to plunder or eat. It finally arrived to the burning farm. It was
surrounded by men, outlined against the flames, working to help people inside get out.
The hyena was late; there would be nothing to eat tonight, thanks to that little girl.