On my way to school I have to climb a vey fighting dangerous ladder to the top of a rugged hill. Every day I see a family of plump yellow and green pigeons. I bring them left over bread and fruit from yesterday’s lunch. I go through the spiky , damp and smelly caves to get to the flying fox. I zip-line down shouting “wheeeeee” all the way to the old rickety swing bridge where the eels like to hang out.
By Jacob
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