R.A.F.T.+Letters

=Helena's Letter:=

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Dear bipeds,

I am writing this to you covered in a sticky coating of black, sticky oil that won’t come off no matter how much I wriggle, shake and writhe. My shell is no longer a green brown, but a sticky, shiny black. This oil spill has killed most of my favourite plants and most of the plankton, now all I have to eat are some black, oil covered Sargasso weeds.

Only yesterday my first husband died. Although I am cold blooded, when I saw him my blood turned a fiery burning temperature. There was a plastic bag in his throat, it’s handle was just poking out of his mouth.

The other day as I was migrating to warmer seas, I saw the most horrible sight I had ever dreamed of. Out of nowhere came roaring a white shadow, I could only just dart out the way of a twirling blade that flashed as it whirled round. Before I could stop him a baby green sea turtle drifted towards it, and then all I saw were fragments of turtle floating around in a cloud of red.

Last night when I returned to the beach where my mother laid me I saw no beach at all, but a huge towering mountain with no vegetation. It was just a grey shining stone with holes that shone in it. I supposed that this was one of your ‘buildings’. Now I will not be able to lay any eggs for the next 3 years.

As I was swimming back to the feeding grounds, I saw something writhing on the sandy seabed below me. I looked down and what did I see? My only natural enemy, a shark, dying before my eyes. There was nothing I could do to help him. His dorsal finn was no longer and in it’s place rose a mountain of blood that shrouded his body. As it cleared I realised that he wasn’t moving anymore, he was dead.

This morning as I was on my way to collect this piece of paper from a harbour, I saw turtles, sharks and other animals that you people don’t even eat dangling by their pierced throats from a long line of fishing lines. Beside them lay a mouldy net. In it lay snared animals, suffering a long, slow and painful death.

Please don’t import or export any oil, get your own and let other’s get their own. Try to control your population, so you don’t have to destroy our homes and so there will be enough food for your race in the future. Try to reuse what you use and if you can’t at least put it into a rubbish bin. It takes 700 years for a plastic bag to start biodegrading, it takes two seconds for you to put it into the bin and stop us from being strangled in it. Stop line fishing, so many ‘inedible’ animals get tangled in the ropes and caught on the hooks. Try. Please try.

The only reason you are still alive is because we animals decided to be merciful and took your pain onto our souls. If it weren’t for us you would be like a banana peel in a garbage bag. Where is your mercy? Where is your brain?

I don’t understand you. You kill your neighbour for his land. You kill your food with waste that you never needed to use. You fill your earth with rubbish and chop down what makes your oxygen. You take the stones of the earth to wear on your bodies. You take the sand of the river and put it in a box where nobody can admire it. If you keep going at this rate, you will have killed yourself and everything around you.

Please help us and yourself,

a sad Chelonia mydas

Vibhuti's Letter:
Dear Human beings,

Why are you “humans” doing this to us? What have we done to you people to lose our homes? It’s not fair, we give you health and all you do is eradicate our homes. If we don’t have any homes then where do we lay our eggs? Why are you polluting the sea with garbage, at the same time you are destroying OUR world. You know we die ‘cause of all the plastic bags we eat because we think it’s jellyfish. All the 80 years we live, we should have a good life not a bad one. I think you see the point now but we should deserve better.

So please stop doing this to us, please we need a place to live. Imagine if you don’t have a place to live and you’re out on the streets.

We really hope we see a BIG change. You should do the same with other animals that are endangered. Maybe someday they’ll write a letter to you if you don’t start now. Better Hurry!

Sincerely, All Chelonia Mydas

=Imogen's Letter :=

Dear President Obama,

You know when you mindlessly threw that plastic bag into the sea when you were at the beach yesterday? Yes, you do because you threw it into the sea, well guess what happened when I got back from laying my eggs to see my husband laying DEAD right in front of me caught in YOUR plastic bag. Now I guess you’re thinking that how did I know that you threw a plastic bag out yesterday, well I know that because my friend just so happened to swim by when you threw it away and saw how my husband got tangled up in it and OF COURSE she told me.

I bet you can guess how angry I am with you, so YOU had better change this BECAUSE I am not going to put up with you killing my husband and then killing me and then killing my children ( if they make it this far ). So you’re going to ask ‘ now what do you want me to do about it ’ I think its not that hard to figure out. Oh my gosh are you humans that stupid, I guess you are. O.k. stop throwing stuff into the sea if you want sea turtles to live along with all the other sea creatures your’e killing. Tell your country and the rest of the world to STOP LITTERING!

Here are some tips on how you ca help us creatures of the sea and land :

• STOP LITTERING when you throw something or leave something on the beach or were you had a picnic what ever you throw away is another bit of our habitat destroyed.

• Put POSTERS around schools, theaters place like that make people AWARE of whats happening to our habitats and what your doing to the place you live.

• Have a BEACH/FOREST CLEANUP they're really good because lots of junk gets washed up on the shores or thrown into the forest/sea.

I honestly do not understand you humans. I mean you kill everything in site. First you kill your friend for land, then you kill an animal for its delicious meat and you chop down trees for shelter, whats wrong with a cave, perfect shelter.

From SAD & ANGRY You Know Who