3, 2, 1 ready or not here I come; I try to stay as quiet as I can but the bush has a mind of its own. Then I start to think does the bush really have a mind of its own or is the drip drop of the rain that’s doing it. Then I start to think it’s the rain. I climb further into my bush the brightness of the torch that blinds me but I still climb further into my thick green bush for shelter. It’s too late to go inside now; besides I don’t want to be called a big pussy. So I hide out in the rain as I close my eyes the rain gets heavier. Now the rain is falling like cats and dogs but I think I can come up with description of how it’s raining I it’s more like the splash in the pool when dad jumps in! Then my eyes catch sight of the torch its coming closer I duck down try to breath slowly; quietly. Stink they spot me but lucky I wasn’t the first but I was the last one to be found yes I won. Before we could start another game the rain decided to stay but fell a lot heavier. So mum tells us to come inside for some Milo. We hesitate; say yes, and remind mum to put to marshmallows in and then remember that George is still hiding.......
Our spot light game.
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