Her hair spread out like a lions main.
" Look Mum I can fly."
Grains of sand leapt up to violently push against her pale face. She pounded towards the small creek.
As she leapt the cold salty sea water ran down her warm slippery neck. All the monsters of the wilderness watched in despair forming the humongous hills in the distance.
Room 5 were asked to write a Vignette we wrote around the photo above we all finished with a smile on our faces.
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