Monday, 4 May 2015
Saving a duckling from a bonfire
Boom bang hisssssssss! It was nine oclock at night and everybody was out in the shiny, bright moonlight, everyone was gazing into the fire. I could smell the smoke lurking up my nose. I could feel the burnt flake of ash sleep on my arm. I brushed it off and the dust flew away like superman zooming across the sky. Then I saw a little fluff ball on the corner of my eye. Ahhhhhhhh it was a little fluffy duckling, snuggling up to the fire. It got closer and closer, it got too close to the fire so bam I sprinted to the little fur ball and grabbed it. Its dug into my hand like a miner digging for gold. I held it tight and retreated to safety. I felt glad that I saved that little fluffy duckling. A few days later I was at home and my Granny called to tell me some dark and horrible news. The duck had past away. My heart was broken. But I felt proud that I had tried to save something for the first time. Saving a duckling from a bonfire.