Creative Writing Task

Suddenly everything started to spin, then I felt I was on the ground.  'Ah! Are we in the Middle Ages, Steve?' I asked him a little bit angry, but I received no answer.
I looked around, but all I saw were strangers screaming and cheering.  Then I felt someone touching my back.  I tried to escape,  but I was tied to a tent.
'Who are you? Stop touching me!' Againg, I had no answer, but instead,  a woman shouted and ran away. Why? I asked that to a man that was with me, but he had the same reaction as the woman.
Then I looked down, and I saw it. Two white legs. I tried to touch my face,  but I couldn't.  'What a beautiful horse' a little girl said pointing at me. I had my answer: I was a horse. I felt very dissapointed because I was a horse, and I couldn't find Steve.
A teenager that called himself "Sir Robert's squire" untied me and took me to a knight. While I was walking I saw another knight, who was holding a stick. I knew what was going on here; I was the horse of that knight the squire took me to, and we were going to fight in a joust against that knight everyone called "Sir Bevis".
I wasn'y scared at all because,  well, I was just the horse, and also, I think is safe to have a little bit of action and excitement once in a while. Suddenly someone jumped to my back. I figured out it was Sir Robert because the squire called him "Sir Robert".
I heard they were talking about the joust. Then a voice from my back said 'Where is Max now that I need him?'. Was he referring to me?  Was that Steve? I wasn't very de sure. 'Right here, and you have my full support' I replied anyway,  in a deep voice. I was very happy I finally found my friend.

¿Seguimos así?

La carta del ultimo Jefe Seattle fue escrita en 1854 en respuesta a la oferta del Gran Jefe de Washington de comprar sus tierras.
En esta carta el jefe, como no tenían otra opción, pide que cuiden de esas tierras como las había cuidado cada persona que había vivido allí. Dice que cada parte de esas tierras son sagradas. El hombre blanco al comprarlas las destruiría y las explotaría, matando a las especies del lugar y, posiblemente llevándolas en un futuro a un riesgo de extinción, y se perdería el ecosistema y parte de la biodiversidad.
Yo creo que estos mismos problemas ocurren hoy en día, ya que el principal foco de las personas es el dinero, y no se le da tanta importancia a lo que realmente debería importarnos, la naturaleza. Entonces, se puede decir que no estamos viviendo la vida, sino la supervivencia.

Jefe Seattle

Formal Letter

Dear Mr. Rising:

Hello. I am Big Foot, from Miguel Street. I am writing to you because I saw in the newspaper and on the Internet you need more employees for your new supermarket.

I had some jobs before, but I did not like them at all. I was a postman and I had a job as a driver. Now I have some experience in boxing, if you want to know. I can work from Mondays to Thursdays.

How much would my wage be? Do you need me to work more days? If you need, please tell me so I can rearrange my agenda. Thank you for your time, please write back as soon as possible.

Yours sincerely,

Mr. Big Foot

¿Un continente más?

Navegando por Internet encontré una nota sobre un tema de actualidad que me preocupa tanto a mí, como a muchos habitantes del planeta, la contaminación de los océanos.
Se está acumulando plástico en varios puntos del océano, y somos todos nosotros, habitantes del planeta Tierra, los que lo estamos dejando ocurrir. Este problema empezó hace ya algunas décadas, por la mala administración  de la basura y los residuos tierra adentro y está afectando al océano.
También me preocupó que algunos expertos estén hablando de un séptimo continente. Pero según Carlos Duarte, un investigador, no es más que una exageración. Duarte también hizo una expedición alrededor del mundo para medir la salud de los océanos.
A mí, igualmente, me sigue preocupando que este problema avance hasta el punto en el que no se pueda controlar más.

Contaminación hídrica