Dear Council I am writing to you, as the council, to build a second bridge for the billy goats gruff. I've noticed the troll keeps threatening to eat the three billy goats gruff and this isn’t good for you or our town's image.. Firstly, the troll will not get angry at the billy goats gruff anymore. To stop that you need to build a second bridge, the troll won't have to worry about anyone walking along on his bridge, or making him feel annoyed. He will get angry and will make everyone's life miserable. In addition, there will be no more trouble what so ever. There will be no more arguing, no more fighting between the billy goats gruffs and the ugly old rotten troll, and this makes everyone upset. So you can see, the land will be worth a lot more than it is now. With two bridges, it will be worth a fortune, wouldn't that be great. So much money. In summary, If there are 2 bridges not only will the ‘people’ of this town get along better, you will save ...
Drip Drop, the slime dripped through from the second floor as we walk into the creepy dark cottage. We went up the stairs and saw a huge pile of green gooey slime lying on the creaky wooden floor falling through the cracks. Suddenly it started getting taller and taller and wider and wider. A face grow and started to chase us all the way to the door. The door was locked. It tried to eat us. All of a sudden the door blasted opened. We sprinted out the door. Into the car and drove to town. Hopefully we were safe.
I really loved all your describing words that you have put in and i love this story it gave me the goosebumps
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