The sun glanced straight over the mountain every morning. “You
better feed the crocodiles, I did ityesterday.” Said my brother Murphy. Within the large mountain of animals we have crocodiles. I walked through the wide meadow, by the river. I got to the shed. A random orange lay on the floor. I tripped over the orange and the whole cupboard collapsed. All the raw chicken, hay, bunny food and not to mention mice fell on my head. Murphy heard the commotion and came running. “You alright?” I was stunned by the idiotic words that came out of his mouth.
2 comments:
I liked how the it jumps right into the action and how everything is described. Awesome work.
Love the name Murphy. You should win an award for this amazing well written story.
~ svinzel svensens
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