Little Story

So I lived my life alone, without anyone that I could really talk to. That night, I went to sleep on the sand, a thousand miles from any human habitation. I was more isolated than a shipwrecked sailor on a raft in the middle of the ocean. Thus you can imagine my amazement, at sunrise, when I was awaken by an odd little voice. It said, “Excuse me, can I sit beside you? I’m little tired.” I couldn’t answer it for a minute because I was shocked. Then I said, “O…, of course. Sit down, please.” “Thank you.” I wondered what creature it is. “Excuse me, what is your name?” I asked it. “Bill, a grasshopper, and you?”

“I’m Mitt, a bush.” “Hi, Mitt. Can I eat some of you? Because I’m hungry.” Suddenly, Bill ate my green hair. It was very hurt. I couldn’t do anything to stop Bill. I just could cry and hope that Bill didn’t eat all of my body. Then, I heard the hope and the fear came together towards us. I heard the leaves rustling. Then I felt strong pressure pushed me backward. I didn’t think my feet still could stay in the soil or not. I thought I would fly now. I couldn’t see what pushed me is, but I know it was the heavy strong wind. It still pushed me to the back, all of the sand, dust, pebbles flied to my face. That was really hurt to me. Then, the wind had gone to the backward. The wind, not only brought the sand, dust, and pebbles but also Bill, the grasshopper with him. I was very grateful to the wind because I wouldn’t see Bill anymore.