swan

hi i am rosie, i am writing with a quill pen which  was passed down to me by my grandfather. I am going to tell you a story about a swan.

"but mum you said yourself that i could have a picnic today."
"i know but i have lots of work to do for today and i need you to help me."
"why?"
"beacause i said so."
so that was that. Once my Grandfathers mother had said no she would not change her mind.

He was in bed when he had the idea. He was thinking about cars and the usual stuff that boys think about unless you are like my brother who would think about monsters. so anyway he decided to have a picnic in the dark.

He was just finishing his picnic, packing it away and throwing the scraps of food into the pond for the swan, a beatiful swan some of it's feathers were gold. The swan saw him and flew away, left behind was a golden feather floating on the surface of the pond.