Sunday, 21 June 2015

But where could I go? by Aron

In the year 1211 life was hard, especially for me. I was about to be executed by King John. He wanted me dead as I gave 10 shillings to every poor person in town and it was the King's money. My head was already next to the axe. Suddenly I pulled up and the axe snapped the rusty chain and hit the ground!... I legged it and ran as fast as I could! I pushed the King's guards and other people that came to watch, out of my way. Then I ran into deep, gloomy forest thinking... but where could I go to hide?

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