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i met a boy called a boy pig by eben

I met a boy called pig.
He had a flat and smushed up nose.
He had a enormous, gigantic stomach which could crush you if you weren’t careful.
He liked to jump up and down in muddy puddles which covered him in mud which was as brown as an oak tree.
When he laughed he snorted as loud as a megaphone booming across a football stadium.

I met a boy called sunny.
He had hair of gold locks which shimmered in the mirror.
When he waves he blinds people with his bright yellow skin.
He makes people jolly with his bright personality.
When people are sad he gives them warm hugs .

I met a boy called happiness.
He has big bright blue eyes .
You would catch him jumping up and down in joy.
He always had rosy red cheeks.
He would always keep his head up when he sad .
I met a boy called rain .
He made people sad with his rainy personality.
He would always feel blue.
The only thing he would wear was black clothes because he was sad on the inside and sad on the outside.
He would always wera black eye shadow.

Fire Breather by Eben

In the land of Neverbelieve, I saw a fire breather clawing at the door of the ice palace trying to eat the ice queen .
In the land of Neverbelieve,I touched the fur of a majestic snow white wolf its fur was as soft as a cloud in the sky.
In the land of Neverbelive, I heard the wail from an mighty and marvellous eagle soaring through the sky it was as graceful you would’ve thought it was a dove.
In the land of Never believe , I fought a warrior my shield was as strong as a wall made out titanium made from the depths of volcano.
In the land of Neverbelieve, I captured a baby sky wander which had firey gold wings coated with a fury coat.
In the land of Neverland , I made a sword which had a blade of molten lava from the depths of mount Vesuvius.
In the land of Neverbelieve , I learned how to make a potion of invisibility which had emeralds from the wimping willow.
In the land of Neverbelieve, I smelled the saltiness of the sea crashing against the waves the home for sea drivers.

The bike

This expensive bike is now rusty and old now like grandad’s.

The bike is like the bark of an ancient tree under the ground.

The bike is like a camouflaged lizard that is not camouflaged.