Cold.
Frosty
Fresh.
The trees were hunched and barren. The sun had just emerged.
The landscape was deformed and endless. A river ran peacefully through the valley as the sun reflected on the glistening water. Barty decided to take his dog, Cinnamon, to the river's edge. Cinnamon trudged up to a slight cliff on the river's edge… The ground was unstable and s started to give way... Cinnamon went tumbling into the icy water below! Barty quickly snapped into action and dived in after him. He caught up to Cinnamon and dragged him to shore. After all that excitement, they headed home.
Hi Casper,
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed reading your story. Well done.
It was a very descriptive piece and gives the reader a clear picture of the setting. I was glad Barty was able to rescue Cinnamon.
Good work this week.
Keep writing.
Mrs Boyce (Team 100WC)
Cork.
Ireland
https://mrsboycesclass.100wc.net/