A Pathway to Where?

A Pathway to Where?

By Samuel & Greg ( They’re in the best friend hall of fame.)

Chapter I : The Endless Forest.

12th April 1991, I was curiously exploring through the seemingly endless forest. I couldn’t help but notice the decorative river streaming a wobbly line through said forest. I balanced myself across the steep river bank, suddenly (and) to my surprise I tripped dramatically, fell and soaked myself head to toe. I was filled with embarrassment. I was extremely thankful that nobody was watching.

“Ugh!” I thought to myself. “Why is it always me?” I flicked my long hair out of my hazel eyes and I embarked on my journey to home, where I could get a new set of comfortable clothing. As I started I took 3 weary steps away from the treacherous riverbank and headed off, I then questioned where home was. I forgot my compass!

Chapter II : The Brightly Coloured Fish.

“Oh, there it is.” I mumbled to myself. And there it was, floating on the mighty river. It was next to a brightly coloured fish, in the middle of the body of water. I had to dive in! I inhaled a deep breath before catapulting my already freezing cold body into the transparent water.

The fish was racing it’s tiny body through the hyperthermic water, it was majestic looking. You could see it’s long, luscious fins pushing the  water back to the source of water’s origin. I wish I had a camera, yet if I did… It would’ve blown a fuse due to the watery conditions I found myself in. I then grabbed the fish, took the compass and threw the compass back up on the shore. I let the fish off with a warning, he wouldn’t have understood me but.. Meh. What do I do ?

Chapter III : Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

As I watch the fish flip and flop away from me, I start wondering why I was still in the water. I still need to head home. Priority #1: Get out of the water. As I make my way to the surface of the water I notice that the forest appears to have changed around me. “Wait, no it hasn’t.” I think to myself, the narrator is being stupid to me. Wait it was just a DREAM! You suddenly feel Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. The End.

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The Fishing Trip.

The Fishing Boat.

By Gregory.

“How’s your swimmin’?” My Uncle asks me, his loud, firm voice echoes in my ear. “If I fall in the water, I won’t drown!” I yell back, I swiftly slide myself down the towering ladder. We were at the fishing dock, I was lowering myself carefully into my Uncle’s boat. If there was no boat there, I would be soaking, wet and swimming with the fishes in the seemingly infinite waters.

Safely on the boat, my uncle opened his boating log and wrote down something. (I wasn’t looking… Or caring.) Once done he placed the log down, walked out onto the deck and told me a fact about the “pesky little” seagulls. It felt awkward… Very awkward. Jokes were and still are, my Uncles great talent. “I will now make a container MAGICALLY appear,” he announces. Yet magic wasn’t his great talent, I had an eccentric look on my face…

He then proceeded to pull a container out from under a trapdoor on the boat. I clapped sarcastically and said “WOAH, WHAT!” My uncle opened the container, and I nearly puked. It was full of literal… FISH MUCUS! No gloves on, he started filling a transparent bag full of said mucus to use as bait. That’s why he said the fact about seagulls, the fact was that “the (pesky little) seagulls swoop in and steal fish bait thrown into the water.”

Seagulls were squeaking and squealing around our boat, this could mean only one thing. They had smelt the fish bait! I was about to take cover until my Uncle scared them away. Hizzah! I have now embarrassed myself... AGAIN. I groaned in despair, ‘till suddenly he asked me if I had wanted to see over 20 oysters caught in one cage. He then states, “I will now pull this magic rope...” I sighed. It was going to be a long… day.

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