My Fathers Grave

 

 

It was a beautiful morning in Townsville all the birds were singing and one mans life was about to change forever. My fathers name was Dave he was a nice guy. On the 6th  of the 6th  he was walking to work when he saw a construction-sit in the middle of the pathway. He thought it would be safe to walk through so he started to walk straight through the middle of it and felt something tap his head.

A big cement container had just tipped straight onto Dave. ONE YEAR LATER… Dave was now placed in the centre of the park for the rest of his life.

Flying pig

…I didn’t realise they could fly!…

 

As I awoke in my bead I walked out side and started to farm my wheat on the left side of the island.

“Exactly 60kg of wheat” I walked over to my pig pen counted” one, two, three, four-“ my words were interrupted one of my pigs hanging on the edge of the island. I ran over to try and pull him back over but I was too late, his hove slipped! I watched as I thought I had lost my best friend. But suddenly he flew staid back into the sky. “I didn’t realise they could fly” I said