WALT recount/ retell an interesting event.
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George of the Jungle
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‘Twas the night before my birthday. I was lying in a cold blanket of tree leaves, Five whole hours had passed since I was washed down the river being separated from my fellow scouts. We had been at a campsite in the Stuart Island, we were crossing a violent river when I suddenly got washed away. I was nearly at a junction when I grabbed a nearby vine. I swung across like I was George of the Jungle…. Then it snapped!
I fell onto the jungle floor below me and was covered in algae from the river. I stumbled helplessly for 2 hours then I finally found a light, sadly it was only light from the moon. I decided to make a shelter Bear Grylls style! The only source I had to keep me sane was a granola bar. Finally I dozed off into a deep sleep.
CCCCAAAAAWWWWW!!!!!, My body was woken by a sound that terrified me. I scrambled off my log and made my way out of the shelter. I was terrified to see the biggest bird I had ever seen circling me . CCCAAAAWWWW!!! The beast screamed again, and before I knew it it had landed in the bushes directly in front of me. Four red eyes peered directly at me, it was the scariest thing I had ever been through.
That’s when it happened….. two Haast’s Eagles soared towards me knocking me over. “How?, when?, why?” I stuttered in my head. I couldn’t believe my eyes, was it a dream?. I pinched myself just to be sure. It WORKED! I woke up on my log, But I knew something was wrong. I went outside to find two dead Haast’s Eagles on the ground.
“What’s happened?” I said to myself. I tried to help them but they had no pulse, I knew it was too late! I decided to bury them somewhere no one would find them. I knew no-one would believe me so I kept it to myself, Until Now!