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See snake
stand still
scared
shudder
scream
shriek
scaly skin
sly
snapping twigs
secret rustle
slow
sliding
slithering
serpent
spear
stick
stab....... sigh!
Andrew McPherson, 5, Edinburgh
AMY'S TIGER
Amy's tiger was naughty. He was very naughty. He crashed down the car. He chewed Amy's slippers. He gobbled up a tiny rabbit. He yomped down a ship that was harboured. He did all sorts of things.
But I am telling the story, not Amy. One day the tiger ate Amy.
The End.
Beth Mindel, 6, London
THE WAY HOME
Once upon the ground where palm trees grow there were two elephants. One was called Jack and he was going to the beach with his mother. They got there. Jack jumped into the sea. The sun began to set. "It's time to go home," called Jack's Mum.
"No!!!!" replied Jack.
"OK," shouted his Mum over the sound of the waves and she left with a basket of bananas.
When she had gone Jack felt cold. He walked up the beach. He saw a banana trail. He followed it. When he got to the end he found his Mum and another banana. "Get me that."
He meant "please", but he forgot to say it.
"That's the moon," laughed his Mum.
Gregory Feldwick, 6, Bath.
The Children's Story is open to children up to the age of 15. Contributions must be no longer than 400 words and previously unpublished. Send stories with a stamped, self-addressed envelope to The Children's Story, Section Two, the 'Independent', 1 Canada Square, London E14 5DL.
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