THE ISLAND - By Dyneka

I land on an island.  I smell rotten fish and salty water.  I can hear snakes slithering in the bushes and wild pigs charging at each other.  I can see sparkly, shiny, bright stars and juicy coconuts.  I can feel spiders climbing up on me.  I can see the trees swaying side to side and the sun is shining.  The trees are sparkling and the leaves are rustling together.  Out of the corner of my eye, I can see a crab scuttling across the golden sand.  I can see a seal splashing in the water.  SPLASH!  He gets all wet and the sun shines on the seal and it sparkles like a crystal.