The caked feet walk swiftly and silently past the huge brown bull, through the squishy squelchy mud puddle. The bull doesn't charge, the man is camouflaged. The bull is thinking whether to charge or not. Finally it charged. The man had no choice but to run. He sprinted through the squishy, squelchy mud, onto the warm spiky grass. With mud smothered feet, he ran and ran past houses, through puddles, across roads and down alleyways, with the bull still behind him. People stared at this astonishing sight. The bull finally stopped. The man went home and the bull went back to the muddy field.
By Alex
I liked the way you said the man had no choice.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your story Alex. I like the words that you used to describe the feet, the mud and grass. Well done. How many words did you actually use?
ReplyDeleteThat's a really cool piece of writing From Sam M.
ReplyDeleteAlex I really liked how you called the mud squishy and squelchy both times. And I liked the ending. Louise liked your whole story and said you were a very good writer!
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