segunda-feira, 22 de novembro de 2021

Traveller's Tales Writing


 

I woke up to the sound of the howling wind and the tree branches violently swooshing against each other as the smell of the stream’s salty water ran through my senses. It was a winter’s day in Wales so it was extremely cold and the air was humid.

I realized I was laying on the ground when I felt a couple of branches and pebbles underneath me.

I decided to get up and see what had happened and why  was I  far from the campsite my friends and I were staying at in Trefin.

Suddenly, I heard a strange noise, it seemed like a crying baby or a weeping animal…When I got closer I realized it was a baby fox with white fluffy fur but it had a large indent on the back of its leg and it appeared to be a serious wound.

That’s when I remembered I could walk back to the campsite and tell everyone about the potential predator, and if possible, try and help the poor fox.

Although I was scared, because I was by myself, I kept going. When I got near the campsite, I heard the howling of a wolf from afar and that was when I knew who was coming towards me…



                                                               By Sara Reis 11th B

 

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