Ladder Goldfish Flew Brown Slowly by Ella

It was Wednesday. Slowly, the week seemed to pass by. "There is nothing to do!" I sighed as I turned to look out of the window. There was a small brown bird, it flew on to the rooftop. I decided it might be fun to follow it. As quick as I could, I got my coat and snow boots on and scrambled to the door. The bird landed on a frozen pond. In it was a goldfish, its metallic scales shimmered in the light. I followed it again, it stopped at the garden ladder that was covered in snow.