The Climb
I couldn’t climb it. The grey mountain was steep and hard to climb.
I felt the wind rush past me. I was cold. I tried to forget what had happened earlier, when I was face to face with the fierce hyena. He had stolen my sandwich. I now had no food at all. I was hungry. I could hear my stomach groan. I felt miserable. If I didn’t find food soon I’d die out here, cold and tired. I continued up the mountain, my foot kept slipping on the rocks I watched as bits of rocks crumbled. Then I fell.
I couldn’t climb it. The grey mountain was steep and hard to climb.
I felt the wind rush past me. I was cold. I tried to forget what had happened earlier, when I was face to face with the fierce hyena. He had stolen my sandwich. I now had no food at all. I was hungry. I could hear my stomach groan. I felt miserable. If I didn’t find food soon I’d die out here, cold and tired. I continued up the mountain, my foot kept slipping on the rocks I watched as bits of rocks crumbled. Then I fell.