Wednesday, 20 May 2015

...but the ferocious wind... by Charlie

On Saturday I played football with my dad, the sun was shining all the time but the wind was blowing very strongly. Then in the afternoon my friend Jack came round to play, we played tig in the garden, my older brother Tom came out chasing us. He had spent all morning styling his hair, but the ferocious wind got up and ruined his hair style, we all laughed out loud but Tom was not happy, the more we laughed the more he chased us and got annoyed. When we went inside his hair dropped down over his face which made us laugh again.

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