Long, long ago, even before my mum and dad were alive, my grandad Uncle Picky lived in a cottage in the woods. His cottage was brown and black wood and had a tin roof. Uncle Picky had black hair and the coolest eyes you could imagine. He had a lovely cottage also everyone who went there loved it, until the accident happened.
On a summery morning, Grandad was really hot so he went fishing. Grandad didn’t know that he wasn’t meant to be fishing today.
Before he went fishing, he went for a swim. Grandad wasn’t allowed swimming either.
Before he could get out of the water, a rip got Grandad. He tried to swim out of the current but the current was too strong. There was a whirlpool that Grandad was heading straight into. It looked like a swirly lollipop!!!!! Grandad spun around like he was cotton candy on a stick. Grandad went down the whirlpool like he was bungy jumping of the sky tower. Grandad didn’t pass away. He jumped up and out of the current then he doggy-paddled back into shore. Everyone else who was swimming clapped for Grandad.
“He doesn’t deserve the clap,” said Grandad’s cousin.
Grandad’s cousin who didn’t like Grandad that much was coming on his boat. The boat was coming straight at Grandad as fast as a cheetah but a woman called Janet saved Grandad. She jumped to push his body out of the way. The disaster was that the boat crashed into Grandad’s cottage. Grandad lived with Janet until Grandad’s house was fixed.
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