Many moons ago, a girl, who was called Polly, lived near the beach. She collected flat shells, curved shells and thin shells. She had a strange, little cottage, which was glistening in the sun. One day (near dawn), Polly went for a walk with a rusty bike to collect shells. Suddenly, Polly found the most beautiful shell she had ever seen. Slowly, Polly bent down to pick up the shell, but, to her amazement, the shell spoke! “I will grant you two wishes so choose wisely!” said the magnificent shell.

Water and mud swept across the sandy shore; rocks clattered upon each other and rain smashed the bumpy surface. Maybe something happened underneath the sea… who knows? Should we investigate? Or is it too dangerous? The beach was dreary and the atmosphere, which was filled with deep black clouds, was gloomy. Deep inside the questioning sea, unthinkable things happened; the thunder and lightning clashed together. The nighttime appearance of celestial objects like stars, planets, The Moon, which were visible in the bleak aura between sunset and sunrise, shun eerily. The Moon, a glowing white star, was surrounded by an ethereal glow.

Since the Old man crossed the road, the bus had stopped.

The old man staggered while the storm blew.

He made his way to his house since it was chilly outside.

Because he was very hungry, he sat down at the creaky table, waiting for his guests who were coming to his house to arrive.