The Deserted Island
Rocking in my little
sail boat, I shivered of coldness. There wasn’t a single island in sight. Where
was I heading in this broken boat?! I thought to myself, as a shiver of fear
scrambled along my aching back. What am I supposed to do? All of a sudden, I
saw something rocky at the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw a
beautiful island, standing upon the swooshing waters. Should I go there? I
thought, feeling a cloud of excitement suddenly cover me.
A couple minutes
later, I finally reached the the shore. I felt happy to be off of that terrible
boat! A beam of sun light poured onto my soggy top. What a relief! I staggered
toward a relieving coconut tree, perched next to a grey stone. The stone was
tall. Tall enough for me to reach the coconuts on the tree. I started to climb
the grey stone. Then I realised that my feet were still too wet, and the tall
rock was slippery. I began to plummet to the ground.
BOOM! The sand
felt cold under my bruised hands. I decided to wait for the coconuts, and began
to wander upon the sandy beach, when I spotted a gloomy forest. I dunno what I
was thinking, but then I emerged from my ground, and started toward the
unwelcoming, wild forest. As I started for the forest, I heard a strange noise.
It sounded like a bird, but at the same time it sounded like a pig, squealing
in the burning sun. what could that be?!
I decided not
to enter the forest of who knows what, but to find out what is that
ear- bursting
sound. When I realised what it was, I went sailing the opposite direction. I
hated what I saw. It was de-scust-ting!! Wanna know what it was? It was a dead
rat. Actually, at least 10 of them, dieing on the heating sand.
To Be Continued . . .
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