The old crooked mill
Sneakily,Hannah crept down the wooden stairs,dodging the 6th step in case it creaked.At the bottom she stopped carefully.She heard the dog coming,pleading to go outside.
30 minuets later,she entered the dark gloomy deadman’s forest.The tall trees covered over head.It wasn’t long till she was at the crooked wind mill.the pond glistened in the sunlight.a couple bumblebees buzzed happily.
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