Once there was, and still is, a kingdom in a not-so-far-away land. There was a pair in a cottage. Two people lived in there (one was a cat). The cat was called Doomer. He always wore mittens because he was a bald cat. He had sharp claws (His claws went through the mittens). His body had a bunch of scars. You could see his blue veins because he was very skinny. One eye was blue and the other was brown. His skin was pink. He looked like a raw chicken. Doomer was turning 7 in 40 days and he was curious. Mrs Annie was his owner. She was 102 years old and she was a little poor. She was very wrinkly. She was always in town so Doomer was always alone. He did not actually mind that.
One day, Doomer wanted to have some fun so he jumped at the door, digging his claws in so that he could stay in place. He tried to open it but his bald paws were too small. Luckily, the window was open so he crawled out that.
When Doomer jumped out the window, he could smell a lot of yum things. He could even smell the king's feast from the castle. He wandered around the village, then he saw it. Something furry - something with cute, but creepy, eyes. Something blackish, brownish. You guessed! It was a possum.
When Doomer saw the possum, he thought it was another cat so he followed it. The possum ran so he chased it.
When the possum ran up a twisted, old, hollow tree, Doomer climbed up with his claws. When he got up there, he figured out that he wouldn't be able to get down. The possum ran down and looked at him as if it was laughing.
The poor cat was very worried. He was too scared to go down because he only knew how to climb up with his claws. He thought he might have to stay up there until somebody saved him. Nobody did.
After two and a half weeks, of munching on apples, (It was an apple tree.) he heard Mrs Annie calling for him. That made him really want to get down so he looked off the tree and saw a pipe - not an instrument type - the type in the ground. It was standing up and it was his size so he jumped in. He went out the other side with all the water but the other end was on an angle (not the heaven type) so, when people looked up at the moon, they saw a cat fly past it.
When he landed in soft, icky, slimy, brown, swampy mud, he landed right behind his cottage.
When he got up on the roof, he climbed up on to the house and down the chimney (ho ho ho). When Mrs Annie found him in their cottage, she said, “Where were you?” then she said, "Eww! You are all muddy and dusty. You need a bath."
“Oh boy!” he said.
Well done, Alex. You have used your imagination and your sense of humour well. You have set out your narrative correctly - orientation, followed by events leading to the problem, then events leading to the solution. You have used descriptive words to show us what Boomer looked like, what the possum looked like and what the mud looked like. You could tell us the kinds of smells that came from the castle and what the apple looked like, as well. I can't wait to see your picture.
