Sunday, 1 November 2015

The flying pancakes




One day I was cooking pancakes when I flipped a pancake and it  suddenly flipped over and it started growing bigger and bigger. I grabbed it but to late it had started leaving. I leaped on to it and out the window I   flew.

As I flew on I looked down and what a sight I saw my house wasn't in sight the hills were beautiful mixture of green and orange. I felt the wind in my hair. The sun was shining brightly on my face.

And then I saw it. A Beautiful veiw gushing waterfalls and grass. It thought to my self I will star there for a while.

The end











































One day I was cooking pancakes when I flipped a pancake and it  suddenly flipped over and it started growing bigger and bigger. I grabbed it but to late it had started leaving. I leaped on to it and out the window I   flew.

As I flew on I looked down and what a sight I saw my house wasn't in sight the hills were beautiful mixture of green and orange. I felt the wind in my hair. The sun was shining brightly on my face.

And then I saw it. A Beautiful veiw gushing waterfalls and grass. It thought to my self I will star there for a while.

The end

































































No comments:

Post a Comment