Narrow Escape

Tracker ran down the narrow alley at top speed. He turned the corner at jet speed and zoomed passed the tall, haunted building where nobody went. He could hear loud footsteps behind him. Suddenly he felt a hand clasp his shirt. Tracker got pulled back. “Help! Help!” he cried but no help came. Tracker punched the kidnapper and he fell to the floor. Breathing hard he ran off, tired but safe.

What do I see?

The light breeze blew across the shore. The waves crashed on the white sand. Little puffs of steam slowly emurged from the distant houses. The sky was clear, no clouds or birds were there. On the deserted grass patches and sand, tall, towering Fir trees grew. The salty water trickled down the grass. The smell of fresh seaweed filled the air. Slowly the smoke faded away, as slowly as a snail crawls. The wind chased the leaves scampered around…

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Coyote Goes Runabout

This story was inspired by ‘Wombat Goes Walkabout’ a book by Michael Morpurgo.

“Oh I am so sleepy,” sighed the coyote sleepily. “I think I’ll have a nice little run today to wake me up!” Coyote loved having a fast, agile run, so off he went and ran on the grassy fieilds. While he was running he began to think: Why is a tree brown? Why am I a coyote and not a leopard? Sometime later Coyote trudged quietly the field and looked around for his mother but she wasn’t there, he was all alone. [read on …]