Isaac and The Australian
Isaac slid out from under the blanket, crept past the row of sleeping children and edged towards the door. Outside, the sun had barely risen above the horizon and a cool mist hugged the banks of the Madre de Dios River. It made the rainforest look eerily spooky.
‘Come on,’ hissed Oscar. ‘Before they wake up.’
Isaac’s best friend was already outside, his narrow-shouldered frame outlined by sunlight. Isaac could hear the impatience in Oscar’s voice and buried his nerves.
Once outside, the two boys sped into the forest, following narrow paths that were used by people and wild animals alike. A hundred metres above them, a male howler monkey, with its vivid orange fur, boomed out a breathy roar and was answered by another.
Isaac glanced back over his shoulder but the small six-room orphanage had been swallowed up by the trees. ‘What if Maria finds out we’re gone?’ he shouted. For the ten children who called the orphanage home, Maria was teacher, carer and parent.
‘She won’t,’ called back Oscar. He sounded confident. ‘She won’t be back ‘till midday. If that.’
‘Which is why she left us in charge,’ reminded Isaac. He felt irritated, excited, and scared – all at the same time. But most of all, he felt guilty. ‘We shouldn’t leave the little ones alone,’ he continued. ‘What if one of them needs help?’
Oscar only laughed. ‘Cristina’s old enough to watch over them.’
At eight, Cristina was two years younger than Isaac and Oscar.
‘Where’s Maria gone, anyway?’ asked Isaac.
Oscar leapt across a thick line of marching ants. ‘Walter took her down river. To meet the plane. She’s probably collecting supplies. You know how it is.’
The eighteen-seat plane arrived once a week carrying supplies and the occasional tourist wanting to visit the Amazon rainforest. After landing on the grassy strip, it would deposit its load then soar back over the snow-capped Andes Mountains. Back to the city.
‘They must be very rich,’ said Isaac.
Oscar slowed down as they approached a muddy ravine. ‘Who’s rich?’
‘The foreigners who come to see the forest. I was just thinking. They must be very rich.’ He glanced down at his rough sweater and dull red pants. More pink than red, he thought.
‘I wish you wouldn’t start a conversation halfway through,’ complained Oscar. ‘It’s a bad habit, Isaac.’
Isaac ignored his tone. ‘They must be though, mustn’t they? The tourists?’
‘Of course they’re rich,’ continued Oscar knowledgeably. ‘Most of them come from rich countries like Europe and Australia. Where they have three cars. And two houses. Not all of them, of course.’
Isaac shoved Oscar hard. ‘Don’t be daft. No-one has three cars.’
Oscar turned his attention to a row of leaf-cutter ants carrying tiny leafy wedges down the trunk of a tree. ‘I heard some even have four.’
The two boys began a slow shuffle along a narrow trunk that had fallen, forming a natural bridge across the ravine. Down below, butterflies crowded around the edges of shallow pools where the red brocket deer liked to come in the evenings. Followed by the occasional jaguar. He glanced around warily.
‘I bet the Australian has four,’ said Oscar.
The Australian was the reason they’d sneaked away from the orphanage and were now running towards Walter’s clearing. The tall stranger with the odd accent had arrived the day before and was staying in the local village. More importantly, he’d brought a soccer ball.
‘Do you think they’ll let us play?’ asked Isaac quietly.
‘Can’t stop us,’ said Oscar with a smug grin. ‘Not with the Australian watching. They wouldn’t dare.’
Isaac wasn’t so sure. Every year they had the same problem. When someone brought in a soccer ball, the village boys gathered at Walter’s clearing to play soccer. And every year they stopped Oscar and Isaac from joining in. No-one ever said why, but Isaac knew anyway. It was because he had no parents. No-one at the orphanage did. And guess what? No-one at the orphanage was allowed to play. Not officially, of course. No adult would openly agree to such unfairness. But it still happened.
‘There he is,’ cried Oscar.
In the centre of a grassy clearing surrounded by drooping vines and a mass of pretty red passionfruit flowers was a young man wearing khaki pants and a long-sleeved white shirt, stuck to his back with sweat and grime.
He didn’t look like the sort of person who’d own four cars, thought Isaac, slightly disappointed.
‘That’s one cool ball,’ exclaimed Oscar.
Isaac agreed. The bright blue soccer ball, far more worthy of their attention, sat at the stranger’s feet, nestled in amongst a patch of ferns. It looked expensive.
‘Can we play?’ he shouted out. ‘Can we play soccer?’
The tall Australian looked confused.
Oscar playfully slapped Isaac on the back. ‘You can’t talk to him in Spanish, ya ninny. Australians don’t speak Spanish. He won’t understand you.’ He began to mime kicking a ball and shouted out in broken English. ‘Hey, Mister! We play? OK?’
The Australian grinned and gave them both a thumbs up.
The smile on Oscar’s face froze. ‘Watch out,’ he muttered. ‘Trouble’s coming.’
In the time it had taken Oscar and Isaac to cross the clearing, the village boys had gathered into an intimidating group and were closing in. The tallest of the group, Carlos Perez, arrived first and began speaking to the Australian in perfect English. Isaac couldn’t understand a word, but he could tell that the Australian didn’t look pleased.
After a few minutes, Carlos threw Isaac a self-satisfied smirk and his stomach began to churn.
‘I explained to him how you’re both sick,’ said Carlos sweetly. ‘I said you’d both be disappointed, angry even, but that you’d both understand. Soccer just wouldn’t be good for you. Not in your condition. I’m sure he’ll let you watch, though. Isn’t that nice?’
Isaac dropped his eyes to hide the quick tears that blurred his vision. When he looked up, Oscar was being restrained by the Australian. It looked like he’d just tried to punch Carlos.
‘I hate them,’ snarled Oscar, as they strode back through the forest. ‘All of them.’
‘It wasn’t the Australian’s fault,’ said Isaac quietly. ‘He didn’t understand.’
Oscar ignored him. ‘One day,’ he spat. ‘One day I’m gonna go to a proper school and learn English. And when I do, they’d better just watch out.’
Isaac wasn’t sure how learning English was going to help. Not that it was likely, anyway. The only schooling they got was what Maria was able to give them. And that depended on them getting hold of books and stationery. Which was hard.
‘Where have you two been?’
The angry voice stopped Isaac in his tracks. Up ahead, Maria stood with hands on her hips, eyes filled with fury. Behind her was the familiar orphanage and eight wide-eyed children.
‘Get inside,’ she barked. ‘Now!’
Isaac followed Maria inside and flopped to the matted floor. On the table to his left, nine bowls of rice topped with tuna and raw onion had been abandoned. Maria ordered the children back to their lunch then turned on the two boys.
‘I thought I could trust you!’ she shouted.
The disappointment in her tone painted Isaac’s cheeks red with shame. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said quietly. ‘Really, Maria. I know we shouldn’t have gone.’ When he reluctantly explained where they’d been and why, the rage in Maria’s eyes softened into something approaching sadness.
There was a long silence then she sighed. ‘Come with me. Both of you.’
In the room they used as their schoolroom, lay ten brown-paper packages.
‘They came with the plane,’ said Maria. ‘They’re for us. A donation.’
‘Donation?’ queried Oscar. His tone was sullen, unapologetic.
Maria swung on him. ‘A gift, Oscar. A gift from a school in Australia. The children saved up and bought these things especially for us. For you.’
‘Well then,’ said Maria. ‘I thought you might like to help me open them.’
Isaac lifted up the largest of the packages. ‘What’s in them?’
‘Pens,’ said Oscar. His brown eyes sparkled with pleasure. ‘And books.’
The two boys began tearing open the parcels, the noise drawing all of the children into the small room. Within seconds, the room was crowded with laughter and delighted exclamations.
‘It’s sticky,’ cried out little Cristina.
‘That’s because,’ laughed Isaac, ‘it’s glue.’ He removed the blue tube from the youngest child’s hand.
‘But why?’ asked Isaac, after the last parcel had revealed its treasure of pens, colouring pencils, paper, notebooks and other school equipment. ‘Why would they send it to us?’
‘Because we thought you might like it.’
Isaac looked up. It was the Australian.
‘I thought you didn’t speak Spanish?’ said Oscar warily.
The Australian grinned. ‘I speak it well enough. Not that you gave me much time to show you.’ He beckoned Isaac outside. ‘I’m a teacher. At a primary school in Melbourne. The children and I thought it would be nice if I came to deliver the gifts in person.’
A pair of blue and gold macaws burst through the trees overhead and the Australian shook his head in admiration. ‘This place is incredible,’ he laughed. ‘So beautiful.’
Isaac looked around. All he could see were trees and dirt.
‘Would you boys mind showing me around while I’m here?’ continued the Australian. ‘You could show me some of the animals. I’d love to see a giant anteater. Or a howler monkey. You could be my guide.’
Isaac hesitated then said. ‘If you understand Spanish, why didn’t you let us play soccer?’
‘I was going to,’ replied the Australian. ‘If your friend hadn’t thumped Carlos then run off.’ He dug around in a backpack and drew out the bright blue soccer ball. ‘How about we do a deal? You show me around and I’ll leave this here. For the school.’
Isaac’s eyes widened. With a ball of their own they wouldn’t need the boys from the village. They could form a team of their own. Play in a clearing closer to the orphanage. He glanced at the river. It would be fun playing in the water too. He realised he was grinning and stuck out his hand.
‘What’s your name?’ he asked.
The Australian shook his hand. ‘David. Dave, if you prefer.’
‘It’s nice to meet you, David,’ said Isaac. ‘I’m Isaac. And my friend’s called Oscar.’
David the Australian flipped the soccer ball high into the air and caught it in one hand. ‘I have a feeling, he said, ‘that we’re going to be friends. I hope for many long years to come.’
‘I’d like that,’ grinned Isaac. Then he thought for a bit and said. ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking, David, but how many cars do you own?’
The look of surprise on David’s face turned the smile on Isaac’s into loud, delighted laughter.
36 thoughts on “Isaac and The Australian”
I love the rainforest because it is a huge habitat to many living things! I am good at sharing because I have a little brother and I have to give in to him ALL the time! I loved this story!
Hi Caleb. I understand about sharing. I had to share everything, too. And, I love the rainforest. As a child, I wanted to work in the Amazon. When I was old enough, I went there and worked as a rainforest guide. It was a wonderful experience as I got to see so many rare animals. That’s where I got the idea for this story. I’m so glad you like it! Alys 🐆🐍🐒🐒🐒
this poem was really educational. 🔤🔡🔠. this story was a bit long but still interesting. in this book you could learn to share things and donate money to the poor. For my birthday this year (3/10/11) I told my parents that I did not want to have a party and that I wanted to collect money to donate to the poor. I really like the ending of this story.
What a kind thing to do, Tirath. I hope you had an amazing birthday 🎆🎇🎊🎉🎂 and you are quite right. It is so important to share and to be generous to others – especially when we have so much!! I think you must have a very good heart!! 😊😊 Alys
That story made me relies that some people are unlucky to not have good clothes,sport equipment or parents. That story was heartfelt and funny. The funny bit to me was when Isaac asked how many cars David has 😋.
Hi Thinara. I’m glad you liked the part when Isaac asks about the cars – I kept changing that part but decided to leave it in because I thought it was funny, too. It’s sad to think that not everyone is so lucky growing up. It’s great to hear you acknowledge this! Alys 😊
I would really like to donate more things.
I wanted to read it because of everything on the cover like soccer.
That’s interesting. Illustrations really help with choosing a story, don’t they!? I was glad to hear that the story made you want to donate more things! Well done, Nuwin. Alys 😊
Hi 👋 Alys,
Isaac The First Australian is a terrific story ❤️!!!!! Mum always tries to get me to throw away old clothes but the thing is, some of my clothes are really cute!! So I don’t like saying good bye to my clothes ☹️. But after reading this story I realised that some people need those clothes more than I do. I am lucky to have what I have got now and to have a Mum and Dad. Thank you for being talented 🏆. I can’t wait to read another one of your stories!!!!!!!
Great comments Clara, it sounds as though you are a thoughtful and caring person. I agree when you say that we are lucky! If I have old clothes that are still in good condition, I sometimes take them to my local charity shop. They always love donations, and it’s nice to know that someone else will get to enjoy them, too. Alys 🏆😊👍
I loved this story. Was this a real story or was it a story a story you made up?
if it is a real story please tell me who or what told you it.
and if it is as story you made up were did you get your inspiration from?
Hi Tianna. This story is fictional, which means it’s made up. However, when I was younger, I lived and worked in the Amazon rainforest, so I have included a lot of facts/memories about people, animals and plants. Maybe that’s why it feels ‘true’. Alys 🙂
I thought it was a heart-warming story with three excellent characters.
It was a nice thing to add in the details saying about the donations.
I also like soccer and that was an excellent thing to add in.
Great comments Dinith. I love that you think the story was heart-warming. I deliberately chose soccer because it is such a popular sport and played all over the world. Also, I once lived and worked in the Amazon rainforest and the children loved playing soccer, even in the rain. Alys 🙂
I love soccer so I knew when I saw the cover I had to read it. It makes me happy to see how much donations help no matter how big or how small they are.🙂
What a great comment Hamish! I’m very glad you enjoyed the story and, I love your thoughts about donations. 🙂 Alys
I really enjoyed your story, as I was reading it the story pulled me in and I was intrigued to see what was going to happen next. I think the story is also really politically and socially important, this is because I think everyone deserves the chance to be respected and cared for with love. I love the way you ended the story also, it was another point where I was intrigued and it left the story on a cliffhanger. You have really inspired me with me writing and I thank you for that.
Thank you Nellie – it’s lovely to hear that you feel the story is of political and social importance. I do always try to write on topics that are not only interesting but hopefully also trigger meaningful conversations. It is very easy to put people into neat boxes – much harder to imagine yourself in their shoes. I am glad you feel inspired – good luck with your dreams Alys 🙂
Hi Alys ,
How did you came of this idea?
I really enjoyed this story because I never readed story a like this !!!!
Hi Methuli. That’s a great question. I once worked in the Amazon rain forest as a volunteer so many of the details are true although not the main story. It’s always fun to turn your own experiences into stories – I bet you could give it a go…:) Alys
Your stories keep getting better and better! They are so descriptive, interesting and intriguing! I love how generous people can be. Is this based on a true event?
P.S You should put this up at like a charity event. That would be AWESOME!
Thank you Tharusha – what lovely comments you make. It’s wonderful to know that you find the stories interesting. It’s not based on a true event but I did work as a volunteer in the Amazon rain forest so a lot of the smaller details are taken from my experiences. 🙂 Bye Alys
This Story was a definite A+. It taught me that some things that we take for granted it may mean a lot to others.
Two years ago I did a project with all my b’day money I told my parents I did not want a party but instead I want the money and I helped 50 girls in an orphanage. We bought them clothes books food and many other things.
Kind regards Yenuli
Hi Yenuli. What a wonderful thing to do with your birthday money! Such a lovely idea to use it to help others. And thank you for the A+ 🙂 It’s great to know that you enjoyed the story. Bye Alys
the book was awesome but how many cars did the Australian (David) have?
Goodness Mayumdi, I hadn’t actually thought about that question. How many cars did the Australian have? Hmmmm. I think he only had one. And a bicycle 🙂 Bye Alys
i really liked this story. I think my school should donate pens and books and toys to kids like this and maybe they should send me to deliver them lol
Hi again Fleur. Your comment made me laugh! I’m glad you liked the story and I think it’s a great idea that your school should donate books and toys and you should DEFINITELY be the person to deliver them!! Bye Alys
Most of the things we have, we may find worthless. For example, a one dollar coin may be worthless to us but may be life changing to others. This narrative had a lot of meaning behind it and when they got the donation from the school it showed me how much one book or just one pen means to them. This story was absolutely amazing.
Hi Chomilka. Thank you again for some really insightful comments. When I was younger I did a lot of travelling and soon realised that even the smallest objects have value. So be careful what you do with those dollars!! 🙂 Bye Alys
Great story with a pleasant ending that I enjoyed. Its both good and bad that the boys are excluded from soccer but good that there are donations given to the orphans.
An interesting comment Thenumi. I’d love to know why you thought it was also good that the boys were excluded from the soccer. And I agree that it’s wonderful to know that donations can make such a difference to people’s lives. Alys
.so nice. You have very creative way of expressing your thoughts. one day i wanted to a author like you
Hi Dinethri, thank you for your lovely comments and I’m sure you’ll reach your dreams! 🙂 Bye Alys PS: I’m sorry this reply is so late….
This story makes me feel really happy
Thank you Kiran. It’s wonderful when stories make us feel happy. Happy reading. Bye Alys