The Boulder

I get up, in the mood to go for a early walk around in the mountians. I pack a water bottle, hat, sunscreen and jojers. I drive to the nearest mountians i see. I walk all the way up, but i hit a big bolder, i pass out. My eyes open dark and cold, frezzing cold i would say, i grab a stick a rock and start to carve. I wake up I look i tall man with a hat a mushtash, and his hands in a wonky position. Then i realise it’s day i run to the end of the track and go home.

The Squirrels

As I wonder in the park, breath in and out. Ahhh i love the fresh brezze and lovely weather. I pass a tree full of acorns and tiny squirrles, they squeak and one squirrle looks at me in the eyes the zoomes off. I look around but I don’t see to find that Squirrle. I walk back to my house but something catches me in the corner of my eye. I turn I shout ”I didn’t realise they could fly!” I then run of to chase them the small squirrels are gliding in the air, i trip then there no were to be seen.