Words to use this week.
BROWN NEVER KICKED BALLOON FRIGHTENING
As I look across the horizon, I see the bright green meadow shine like a star. Just as my feet kicked the water, I noticed the lake glimmering as I pulled myself higher and higher up the rope, my hands gripping like a crocodile grabbing onto its prey.
When I swung across the water I saw a balloon as big as an elephant floating in the sky.
“But where did my crocodile go?” a lady across the lake shouts.
“WHAT?” I say in disbelief. “A crocodile? Is he frightening?” I shout back.
“NEVER! And he is brown like squishy mud,” the lady said.