The Snow
by Maggot, age 7

One winter's morning I got up. I could barely stretch my legs. So I walked slowly down the stairs and looked out of my window. It was snowing hard.

Well that explains everything I said, looking this way and that for I was looking for my boots. I quickly found them and put them on. They had wool so they were warm. I ran quickly through the door. Ohwooww I wailed, this is freezing. Jumping out of the snow, but it was not snow? It was a sandwich full of ice. I looked at its teeth. They looked at me ? ? ?

I suddenly fell and woke up. I was in the sandwich. Then a beast came in through a gate. All well, I said, good for a living. The beast still came on and on and on but suddenly I closed my eyes.

I opened them again, I was not dead. It was a dream ?

THE END