The Scary Night!
It was a cold dark Night. There was frost all over our green camping tent and our caravan tyres were out of air. My green, little, frozen, fingers were numb. I heard A howl and someone approaching me. I punched it and started running, my heavy little legs getting tired. I ran through a frosty, bare tree, hid behind a spiky bush, and jumped over a long, brown, log. I then thought to myself, isn't this log familiar?
Then I heard, "Boutheyna, Boutheyna". I woke up. My mum was waking me up so we could go on a walk. The same walk that we walked before.

By Boutheyna