Bob ran down the uneven road and fell over!
The thunder roared, so the hobbits hid in their homely mounds.
Bilbo slept deeply while the ugly goblins attacked.
The old cart came to a wheezing halt, and Gandalf stepped out elegantly.
Jim was interested in the idea, so he phoned up his friend on his old, cracked phone.
Owls, who have excellent eyesight, are nocturnal which means they are active at night.
Wondrously, go and open the pink door,
perhaps there is-
a room of freshly picked tulips,
radiant roses
or rock hard cherry blossoms with a sweet fragrance.
Slowly, go and open the frost door,
perhaps there is-
a field of snow with children happily making black snowmen,
icy snow angels
or illuminated lamp posts as magical as those in Narnia.
Happily, go and open the terra door,
perhaps there is-
a meadow of rich scented grass,
a trees as big as skyscrapers with substantial leaves
or wild, spicy mint growing around you.
Anxiously, go and open the fossil door,
perhaps there is-
a prison with desperate eyes protruding curiously out of cells,
armed police charging around on ground as soft as marshmallows
or suspicious handcuffs spying on potential escapees.
What are loud? People cheering for the world cup, metal rocket launching up to the sky and a T-Rex stomping in the forest.
What are quiet ? A person with a broken heart, a tear running down someone’s face .
What is slow? A snail wriggling across the road and the clouds moving across the sky.
What is fast? A cheetah soaring through the jungle to find its prey, a kangaroo jumping to its baby and a F1 car racing towards the finish line.
What is hot? The sandy floor on a beaming hot beach, magma pouring out of a volcano and the glowing hot sun.
What are cold? Vladimir Putin’s heart.
Along the Road
Along the road I met a boy called Space,
His eyes as dark as a black hole spinning through emptiness,
His head as round as the Earth orbiting the Sun,
His hands burning and sizziling.
I met a man called Death,
He wore a black cloak as dark as your shadow,
His eyes burrowed into your soul reading every thought.
I met a girl called Pleasure,
In which her eyesight summoned satisfaction
And joy to whoever was fortunate to meet her;
A magnet in a world of steel.
I met a woman called Ice,
Her eyes like jagged daggers
Freezing your soul,
Her hands grasping into your heart,
Causing pain and unhappiness.
I met a boy called Time,
His fingers restless from fiddling with clock hands,
His head filled with precise clock numbers,
His body disarranged from travelling through time.
I met a girl called Plant,
Her hair a straggly bunch of weeds flowing and cascading down her back,
Her hands as rough and hard as tree roots,
And her eyes two blue forget-me-nots,
full of tears ready to flow.
The Jingliest Jungle
In the land of Jungles, I came across a jaw-snapper and boat-cruncher, dreamily swimming towards me.
In the land of Jungles, I found a ferocious falcon swooping from tree to tree squawking threateningly and flying with perfect grace.
In the land of Jungles, the bushes were whispering and having many unknown private conservations in the breeze.
In the land of the Jungles, a lion was roaring, striking bone- chilling fear into all hearts.
In the land of the Jungles, I tasted the ever-thickening humidity of the wet, uncomfortable air.
In then land Jungles, I found a glittering, mesmerizing stream as silent as a silver sunset, flowing in front of me.
In the land of the Jungles, I saw a sunset spread across the sky like orange dying flames flickering across a blood red expanse of air.
The Jingliest Jungle
In the land of Jungles, I came across a jaw-snapper and boat-cruncher, dreamily swimming towards me.
In the land of Jungles, I found a ferocious falcon swooping from tree to tree squawking threateningly and flying with perfect grace.
In the land of Jungles, the bushes were whispering and having many unknown private conservations in the breeze.
In the land of the Jungles, a lion was roaring, striking bone- chilling fear into all hearts.
In the land of the Jungles, I tasted the ever-thickening humidity of the wet, uncomfortable air.
In then land Jungles, I found a glittering, mesmerizing stream as silent as a silver sunset, flowing in front of me.
In the land of the Jungles, I saw a sunset spread across the sky like orange dying flames flickering across a blood red expanse of air.
The Jingliest Jungle
In the land of Jungles, I came across a jaw-snapper and boat-cruncher, dreamily swimming towards me.
In the land of Jungles, I found a ferocious falcon swooping from tree to tree squawking threateningly and flying with perfect grace.
In the land of Jungles, the bushes were whispering and having many unknown private conservations in the breeze.
In the land of the Jungles, a lion was roaring, striking bone- chilling fear into all hearts.
In the land of the Jungles, I tasted the ever-thickening humidity of the wet, uncomfortable air.
In then land Jungles, I found a glittering, mesmerizing stream as silent as a silver sunset, flowing in front of me.
In the land of the Jungles, I saw a sunset spread across the sky like orange dying flames flickering across a blood red expanse of air.
The Jingliest Jungle
In the land of Jungles, I came across a jaw-snapper and boat-cruncher, dreamily swimming towards me.
In the land of Jungles, I found a ferocious falcon swooping from tree to tree squawking threateningly and flying with perfect grace.
In the land of Jungles, the bushes were whispering and having many unknown private conservations in the breeze.
In the land of the Jungles, a lion was roaring, striking bone- chilling fear into all hearts.
In the land of the Jungles, I tasted the ever-thickening humidity of the wet, uncomfortable air.
In then land Jungles, I found a glittering, mesmerizing stream as silent as a silver sunset, flowing in front of me.
In the land of the Jungles, I saw a sunset spread across the sky like orange dying flames flickering across a blood red expanse of air.
Coming into our realm is a mysterious creature that has not been recognised or sighted in over 200 years. This creature has razor sharp talons, blue beady eyes and fangs that pierce into your flesh. It usually goes for ears, it could rip them off without you even seeing the creature approach. We haven’t found the scientific name for this creature but we are working on that later because that is the slightest worry we have about it.
They live up to around 50 years and their babies are the most deadliest things of all. We have found the appearance of this awful creature and it has: blue eyes, red marks, brown feathers and a long neck. They are cold blooded and live deep in the forest. There are rumours that a scientist is trying to breed more and destroy all of humanity but other scientist are working on an antidote for humans so that these vicious creatures can’t attack us. Although they aren’t spotted when about to attack they make small noises like : brawk brawk. They have cousins that look the same but the cousins are less harmful. The cousins go for fingers instead of ears. It eats flesh, so if it does eat flesh in over a month then it’ll die. It lives in the depths of a tree. To get in the depths of the tree it flies to the top and digs down. It’s wing span is up to 30cm long.
On the wings it has no hair or fur. They don’t have their wings spread open because they get cold. The only time their wings are up to full length is when they feel threatened or attacked. When they get to much attention they start to panic and then attacking.
Chapter 3
It came closer, what seemed like a shadow, stood tall. It was Clock-heart, one of the Death Droppers leaders. Her body was covered in iron armour. Her face had a skull mask on and eye holes as big as a peaflake. Bones and skulls hung from her belt. In her hand, was a dark green sword. Clock-heart threw the sword up into the air and caught it. That set the Meeps off. They screeched and wailed and suddenly the streets were crammed with Meeps of all shapes, colours and sizes.
When the fighting had died down, there were many bodys on the ground of the market. There was still some fighting but then it stopped. But there was no sign of Clock-heart anywhere. Cautiously, Widow tip-toed back to the crack, slipped through and found herself inside. Shaking, Widow had an odd feeling inside her. She sat down. She knew that Clock-heart had come for the small hedgehogs!
By midday, Widow, Sammy and Diesel had left Meep palace behind and were heading across a field towards the windmill. The journey took almost all day. They found themselves standing outside a cave. They all shuffled into the cave but it was cold and wet so the three hedgehog siblings huddled together for warmth. The only light came from outside but they all wished that they would rather have some warmth and light instead of being cold and having light. Diesel was worried that they weren’t far enough from Meep palace but Widow showed him the map. Luckily, they were standing in the cave that was inside of the hill and that on the other side was the windmill.
Outside, the wind howled. Inside, Sammy had started to collect twigs and rocks so they could build a fire. Nervously, Widow unwrapped a present that their mother had given to them before they left. It was a small, dark blue dagger that had a word engraved on it. Helen. Widow didn’t understand why it said that but she didn’t need to know about that just yet because the dark blue on the dagger was turning into a light blue. Even Diesel knew this meant danger.
The ground shook and then a loud thud and then suddenly a giant flash of light. Before they knew it, Meeps were pouring into the cave. Scurrying towards the siblings, Meeps had their hands sticking out in front of them heading towards the hedgehogs. Within a few seconds, the siblings were tied up against the cave walls. They must have used Meep string… they had to use the strongest string… Though Sammy. Diesel wriggled and Sammy sighed. Widow struggled to hide the ‘ Helen ‘ behind her back. At Least they would have one weapon.
Too late! The shadow of a tall creature strided in. Meeps hurried backwards until they had made space for the creature to walk through. Clock-heart grinned a Widow. “Escaping?” She announced under her dirty mask. “I think not “ she added. She clicked her fingers. The meeps hurdled towards the siblings, grabbed them and carried them out of the cave. The siblings were pretty small and the Meeps were giant and so was Clock-heart so it was easy to carry Widow, Sammy and Diesel. Violently shaking, Sammy looked at Widow then at Diesel. He knew what they were doing. They all stopped at the top of the hill and stared. Not at the siblings. Not at one another. The Windmill. The place that they thought was safe.
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