Forest Fright

Today (a back-breaking day) was started with collecting itsy-bitsy bundles of leafy twigs. The twigs that got chucked on the monstrous fire were burning down to ashes speedily. Smoke was rising and sparks were flying high into the air. This demanding savage needed more food, fuel and care. I glared at Emma and she glared back at me. “We have to get more twigs from the forest,” declared Emma. “It is so dark and damp out there though!” I complained. “Fine, we will stay here and try to blow the fire till it bursts with joy,” answered Emma. Both of us hesitated to trudge back to the forest to continue the torture chore: collecting debris and twigs. However, this was only the beginning.

Around us was nothing but darkness and chunky trees with gargantuan canopies. We stared at our ravenous monster and sighed. Lucky for us, we had stored up loads of nourishment, enough to last us for a few days. We had two piles of fresh cheese, five packets of scrumptious bread, a heater which was followed by a fridge and freezer. We sat down on our well-built chairs and waited for the chicken to roast. Before long, Emma suggested to get some more bundles of twigs for the last time. Although I was scared of the dark, it was the only choice not to lose the fire. As scared as a scaredy-cat, we ventured off into the woods once more.