This weeks prompt is...the birds swooped down and...
Zzzzzzzzzzzip I hopped out of my
tent. The sun shone down on the jungle as bright as a river of lava. I went to
find some sticks for my fire. I put my meat on top and turned to get my
seasoning. But when I looked away the birds swooped down and stole my meat I
grabbed my net and went after them. I grabbed a branch, snapped it and found a
few twigs to make a bow and arrow. I fired at the birds. I hit the bird with
the meat but my meat was no longer good to eat.
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