Thursday, 19 September 2013

Morris Lessmore

I was siting down reading my book when all of a sudden the wind, which had started as a light breeze,  started blowning violently.  I pretended that nothing  was happening  but as quick as a boulder falling,  pages were blowing past me.  I woundered if I was heavy enough then suddenly I was hovering and then-blown away.  It felt like a dream and I was clinging onto a street post in the middle of a tornado.  Bicycles flew past.  Would I ever survive to see if I could rescue my books?

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