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Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Recount(fiction)

In Rimu this week, we were improving our pretend recount based on the animation we saw. We had two choices one to be the grandpa or the grandkid. Please know that it might not as sound as good because I tried to make it sound like one from a kids eyes and he sounds really smart also. I chose to post this because this was the finished thing to show this week. I thought this was a bit hard to do from a kid's eyes.

Is there stuff that you would think to make this better? I also would like to add, Is there any good short stories to make my own version of, please tell me if you can thanks. This is also like the Rainmaker story I did as well if you have seen that post.
I hope you enjoy. check out my other stuff too please and see cool stuff I have made.


Today I went to grandpas house. I previously was going to spend my time with dad but he had work again. The car drove its self to the direction of the garage. After that, he sat me down and continued to mow the lawn. I felt pure boredom mixed with the feeling of sadness. I had come up with the IDEA… It was to climb up the boxes as I saw the glittering trolley with its red and white strips shining in the light of the soon resting sun. At that moment I scrambled up the old boxes to take a closer look. For your information that went tarball. My weight with the help of the trolley, we fell down like stones. The trolley fell down with the dated photo in the light. This scared him very much. But his mind had changed when he saw the photo. He said, “ this used to be your dad’s, let's go to the park.”

Now I put on the helmet,   size. Then we were on our way. Adrenaline was coming out of grandpa’s eyes. “I guess  your dad didn’t tell you about the escaped sewer monkeys.” He said this with grace. Now we were playing. I imagined the house’s turning into a forest, as the sunset was getting more and more beautiful. The trees were black the fog is lime green. And out of know where the monkeys had come with there red eyes shining into the distance. They slung slashed in the jungle vines. We were running into the water as our trollery turned into a boat. We were now at pice looking a the calm waterfall bright as ever with the hills looking like orange and beige had a baby, I thought it was going to stay like this but I  was severely wrong. We were going down the ahh! Have we had met our very ends?

But to our advantage, the boat turned into a plane. It was the beginning of a cool friendship with my grandpa. We were having the time of our lives. But that moment had to come to an end because we quickly ran out of gas, we still had fun despite we were going down in a bang slowly.

Now we were back at the bump at the park, peering over the autumn leafs. At this time grandpa had “discovered” another problem. The aliens were ready to attack. The trolley had transformed into a space-cycle. The stars were shining in the light of the cosmos. Enemy ships were forming in platoons. Their ships looked like ovals with lime green lighting around them. I was wearing a white space suit. The ships came closer at drastic speed. I shot them with my raid pistol. The whole group went down like statuses. I skidded around with grandpa, who was happy as larry. Swish! The beams sucked us in the mother ships fire range. I pulled out my gun ready to shoot. And then that was dad. He came out of the car and picked me up. That was it and it was the best day of my life so far.

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