Narrative Text: A Lamb and A Wolf

Once there was a naughty lamb. The mother of that naughty lamb always loved her child so much that she worried about the safety of the child. The mother always warned him, “Be careful! You must not go into the forest. Wild animals live in there. They may threaten you. Sometimes they would eat you.” But the naughty lamb never listened. The lamb casually went into the forest and played there for a long time until it turned dark in the evening.

One day, as usual the lamb wandered far off into the forest. There he saw a river. “I am thirsty. Let me drink some water,” he thought. He decided to take water from the river for his thirsty. While the lamb was drinking water in the river, a wolf watched from behind a tree. The wolf is very happy because he had a lamb for his lunch.

“A lamb! My lucky day!” the wolf thought, approaching the lamb. The lamb was not aware of the wolf for some time. There was no one besides these two animals to save the lamb from the wolf.

“You know this forest belongs only to wild animals like me. Why have you come in here to take water from this river?” asked the wolf. the lamb step behind when the wolf came close to him

The lamb knew that wolves were dangerous animals. “Mother has warned me about wolves. I am sure this fellow wants to eat me for his lunch. I must escape from this animal,” he thought.

The wolf continued, “You are also dirtying water. How will I drink this polluted water now?”

“But the river flows from where you are standing down to where I am standing, Sir!” said the lamb, in a meek voice. The wolf was surprised to hear such an intelligent answer from the lamb. But the wolf was just looking for an excuse to kill the lamb. “How dare you argue with me? I think you are the same lamb who had abused me last year,” the wolf shouted.

“Last year? Bur Sir, I was not even born then!” the lamb squeaked. The lamb feared that the wolf was looking after an excuse to kill the lamb. The lamb became cautious of its words and gestures. This way both the lamb and the wolf talked to each other cautiously.

The lamb heard some woodcutters. They were coming the way in which the lamb and the wolf were standing. “”If I can keep talking to this wolf for a little while longer, the woodcutters will be here. They will chase him away,” thought the clever lamb. So, he said, “Mr. Wolf, you are right. I have dirtied the water. But, I did not mean to upset you.”

This way the lamb kept on talking for few more minutes. As the lamb spoke, the woodcutters arrived. They saw both the lamb and the wolf.

They caught the wolf and beat him before letting him go. The lamb was relieved to be safe. He ran back to his mother. He told her his mother what had happened in the forest with the wolf and the woodcutter. And then he promised his mother never to wander into the forest again.

The moral value of this story is:

“First, we must listen to our parent’s advice, because they’re always right and if you didn’t listen to them you might get something bad happens to you. Second, if you had bad situation, you must not panic and think carefully and calmly for the best solutions."

 

Describe about my friend

My chairmate is Maura Chrisantia Husein, on photo she's on the left of me. She's a good friend, we listen to each other story very well and sometimes give an advice. Maura was born in Bandung 11st August 1997, she’s the oldest in my class because she’s 16. She’s called Mora sometimes. Her father name is Husein Nurhalim, Maura very proud with her father because his hardwork. Maura’s mother is Ismara Padmasari, she really looks like Maura! When at school sometimes I sent massage to her mother trough Maura’s BBM, ask her like “Aunt, what food are you cooking today?” and she replied the massage kindly.

Her hobby is playing piano, I haven’t heard her play, but I sure she’s good at it because she told me that she won a competition. Her dreams are to be a professional pianist and great composer. Her previous school was Saint Angela, first I guess she’s a Christian because her previous school and name but actually she’s a muslim. Maura’s favorite food is kwetiauw, everyday I see her buy them at Bazaar. Maura is my bestie and she’s good of all. That’s all of my description, sorry for any mistakes.

Describe about myself

Assalamua’laikum wr. Wb.

My name is Izzatul Khoirunnisa. I was born in Bandung, 30th June 1998. I live in Komplek Adi Bumi Graha on Adi Bumi IV street number 29. My parents are Mochammad Nursiba and Khoirotul Isnaini, my father is an engineer and my My name is Izzatul Khoirunnisa. I was born in Bandung, 30th June 1998. I live in Komplek Adi Bumi Graha on Adi Bumi IV street number 29. My parents are Mochammad Nursiba and Khoirotul Isnaini, my father is an engineer and my mother is a housewife. I have 1 sister and 2 brothers, they're Rufaida Nurnaini, Muhammmad Syamil Robbani and Muhammad Rafi Ul-Azmi. My sister is a female university student in Padjajaran University, mathematic faculty.  Syamil is 7th grade in Cendikia Muda Junior Highschool and Rafi is 1st grade in SDIT Al-fitrah.

My hobbies are reading novels or comics, watching movies or dramas and listening to music. My favorite subject in  junior high school was mathematic but I prefer chemistry now. My favorite colour is red, I like it because red shows brave and full of spirit. I really like pizza, and  kind of pasta like spagetti, fettucini. My dreams are  to be a diplomat and travelling around the world. My role model is my mom, when I grow old I want to be like her, she's very care with family and willing to do anything for us.

My junior highschool was SMP Negeri 5 Bandung, I’m happy entered SMA Negeri 3 Bandung because lots of my friends from my previous school here. I can go to school together with my junior highschool friend again. Now I'm in X Science 9, there are 35 students. We named our class 'Kuda Puspa' which mean Kumpulan Barudak Sepuluh Sembilan Ipa, female students called Puspita and male students called Puspa. My classmates are funny, they have high sense of homour, sometimes I get stomachache because laugh too hard.