Friday, 22 August 2014

Lighthouse by Ria

One frozen cold night there was a shiny gold yellow glowing beam that spun around. The man sat in his three boring story writing lines to people saying he needed help controlling the old brown yucky soggy light house. The mans eye were as dark as cotton wool. The man was the most man. He wasn't having much fun living in the brown old light house. As the ship came in with a whale tail touching the sky and the steaming boat going over the the bumpy big waves.

Then the old man tripped over his tool box with the bulb and the bulb smashed.

Then he looked out the lighthouse glass window and so people with lanterns they all got together and and they had a lantern party.



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