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Boat Racing Event

It was on Christmas Eve on 25th December when we had gone to watch boat racing sports at the beach as we always did. On this day, my parents, friends, neighbors and I aboard our boat headed to the beach to watch the racing sports for boats as that was acritical function falling on Christmas day, that no one would really miss out in our childhood, even the dogs would cry till we carried them to the vent important event. The journey to the beach took us roughly two hours.

Upon reaching the docking point, all others people left the boat to the exact location the racing began, except for my friend and I who were the youngest. We told to take care of the boat and let the ‘elders’ to watch first then after some time other two people would come to release us so that we could also join the rest in experiencing this happy moment.

As we discharged our duties dully as chief security officer for the boat my sharp eyes sported the nearby fruit plantation. I immediately informed my friend of the same and we together wondered why on earth would someone cultivate and grow fruits on the shores of the lake. Did he want the fruits to be eaten by the people going to the lake? Or did he ever think of the water levels going up then reaching his land? Would that not mean this person would lose this fruits? As we were wondering on all these, we decided that we should just go and inspect this fruit plantation.

‘This is one looks unique…I have never seen such a big mango in my entire life.’’ There we were in the plantation looking at the fruits and showing our disbelief on seeing some of the unique fruits in there. No sooner had we finished touching the extremely large mango, big enough you will think it was a small hippo, than we had shouting, Catch them! Thieves! Catch them! They are stealing my mangoes! On hearing this, we ran helter skater to the direction we did not even know.

Oops! There we were in the market place. On realizing this, we now knew were out of the frying pan and now in fire. The many people in the market would catch us and beat us to death. We looked at each other and the next thing was to run heading into the water, the lake, as that is the only place we saw safe given that there were no people that direction. We just got into the water with our clothes on but with all our hand on our heads.

Soon after this, we were miraculous back at our working station, keeping an eye on the boat. We had just survived death by a whisker. We thanked God for coming to our rescue that day. We vowed to never ever again attend an event like that as we did not want to meet with death again.

Analysis

In the story above, there are several literary devices that have been used. One is the use of different perspectives both first, second and third person in narrating the story. That is evident with the words, ‘I’ ‘We’ and ‘They.’ Secondly there is hyperbole all over the story as evident in the sentence, ‘‘…touching the extremely large mango, big enough you will think it was a small hippo…’ Thirdly, there are rhetorical questions in the story that are meant to add suspense. For instance, ‘‘did he want the fruits to be eaten by the people going to the lake? Or did he ever think of the water levels going up then reaching his land? Would that not mean this person would lose this fruits?’’ There is also dramatic iron in that no one expected us to get into the farm and get out alive even with the shouting that would have alerted people to come out and attack us. Overall, the story has a plot that is full of imagery.