Wandering up the foggy mountain my umbrella had holes
splattered by the rain. The rain was bulleting down endlessly. Rocks floated
down the river. The path was leading me to the top “I hoped,” I said nervously.
As I walked up I saw a red rock with funny writing on it.
“Would this lead me to the top” I asked myself. Rocks the
size of boulders rolled down at an enormous speed breaking anything in its way!
I dived for cover. Bang! Something had happened but I didn’t want to look.
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