It was dark, there was only a few things watching, a mysterious creature trudging through the deep snow. It came clearer that it was just a boy walking towards the bench, but the next time he looked he saw an umbrella. He ran and ran until he got to the bench and the umbrella moved up to the sky and started to talk to him then he realised that it was evil Ellie who had done this. He ran home to his mother: he hated Ellie. He told his mother all his many stories of his very adventurous, exciting day.

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  1. m1ssp says:

    Hattie I love this. You have used some excellent vocabulary. I especially lke the word ‘trudging’. I am rather curious to know who Ellie is too…..
    Great work – well done!
    Miss P ๐Ÿ™‚

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