The poachers cruelly sawed into the horn leaving behind a bloody stump, as the whimpering rhino took its last breaths.
Hidden behind the bushes, Mark felt sick, as he quietly clicked pictures. He wanted to stop them, but knew confronting those armed men would be suicide.
Suddenly, the men reached for their weapons; it was another rhino, but this time, it was a baby. Mark watched in horror as the man with the ugly scar took aim. Mark swiftly grabbed a large stone and hurled it as hard as he could.
The scarred man gasped in pain as the rock smashed into his face. It was then Mark realized that he should have flung and run at the same time, but it was too late.
He stared at the rifles that pointed straight at him, as he shakily backed away. As fingers met triggers, the ground trembled as the baby rhino charged towards the poachers, making them run for their lives.
Mark bent down near the dead rhino.
“I’ll make sure this never happens again.” he whispered, patting gently.
A promise kept, as his newspaper broke the story, helping the authorities to bust this callous gang of poachers.