An Awesome Boring day
It
was a boring old day at home. I live in Dunedin and my next door neighbours were
moving to Christchurch.
I
heard a little canary singing its lovely bird song so I looked outside to try
and find it. But instead, I saw a huge, big, yellow bulldozer trundling past my
house.
“Well, that must be the bulldozer picking up my neighbour’s house,” I
thought. I
sat down to watch some TV.
But
all of a sudden the TV turned off! The house moved!
“What’s happening?” I
yelled. “This must be an accident! Maybe they have got the wrong house!” I
screamed.
Now,
I’m just going to try and imagine and I’m going to make this NOT TRUE! I tried
for hours and hours but when I stopped imagining, I was in the centre of Christchurch!
The builder was just about to drill the house into the ground when I yelled,
“STOP!”
He
could not hear me so I just stayed in the house. I remembered my mum gave me a
promise that she would come home at six o’clock for a family reunion. I bet she’ll
be wondering where the house is! She’ll be asking, if it’s really necessary.
“Oh well!” This is the hugest experience; I’ve
ever had in my life! But I think I want to stay in Christchurch forever.
