The sack was opened and in I went, I was thrown in the back seat of the car, in a closed in brown space with nothing to do, I felt the breath of the children in front of me lean over to see if I were still there, “Maa Maa” I yelled that's lamb for go away. Finally the torture was over I was out of the sack with my first glimpse of my dreams, no seriously I felt like I was in my dreams. I was heaved over to a silver gate, hooked on and left alone well almost alone, the only friend I had was a brown and cream fluffy looking version of me. Just as I poked my head into the grass there was a howl and a scream of kids happily jumping down a hill, I guess my day has only begun. After not many moments of being left alone I had visitors many of them, big and small patting me giving me cuddle and much more. When all the kids had left me I had no friends I wish I could be in there with them. I really want to learn how to count to ten and spell my name. It seemed like ages before I had friends again, but when they were allowed to go they weren't even running for me they were running for their own versions of me. I looked around I felt miserable I was no longer the centre of attention.
By Zoe
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