The Great Barrier Reef: en personlig fortælling

I Stand on my uncle's old yacht and looking out at the horizon. In front of the yacht my sister is bathing with my mother. A little further out i can see my dad and brother diving. The peaks of the waves are roaring, while they're sliding past my uncle who's laying on a plastic-crocodile. He's almost as brown as the Africans now. I take a deep breath and thinks “This is a Moment to remember”. Inside I can hear the television, it's the news. I open the refrigerator, the beer is as cold as ice. We're exploring the coast of Queensland, yesterday we explored a elongated island, it's called Dunk Island. I look out the window, my mother and sister are on their way up again. My sister is only seven years old, she got problems at her school. So this is like paradise for her, and also for all of us around her.

The Newsreader is talking about the problem at great barrier reef. Many people is breaking pieces of the coral, and take it with them home, so it's getting smaller and smaller. And another problem is that the water gets more and more dirty every day. Because people use the reef as trashcan. The microwave-oven has started bibbing, I'll go get my popcorns. They're a little bit burned, but never mind, I like them that way. The salt is making a clicking noise, while their hitting the popcorns. I hate neutral taste, I want my popcorns cured. I can see my mother through the window, she's got a piece of coral in her hand, I close my eyes and try to forget what the newsreader said about the problem at great barrier reef. My sister runs towards me, she grabs a couple of popcorns, and throws in her mouth. To seconds later the burned popcorns is on the floor, and my sister stuns “eedr” as she runs to the toilet to clean her mouth. My mother follows her, I can hear them speak about how wretched the taste of those popcorns were.