Saturday, 7 February 2015

Snarling and slavering jaws...

'He glanced all about and ploughed through the snow, the wolves at his heels. He leapt; his hands closed around the lowest branch and he swung his legs clear of the ground as the first wolf lunged in a flurry of snow.

The wolves milled, snarling, around the foot of the tree. Their slavering jaws were upturned and their breath rose in plumes around him...'

Write a diary entry as Ivan as he gazed down at the wolves...
 

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  1. Dear dairy 21 Jan 1990 Thursday
    When the wolfs started following me i was terrified i ran to the closes un pine tree the wolfs can't climb trees.I was nonstop terrified i just couldn't take it they were growling / I can hear them/ they were beasts/they didi want to eat me for lunch! I was bursting non stop running. Then i found a tree i climd on it as fast as i could but the wolfs stop and looked around me on that moment JUMP! ON the deep snow they herd me but the deep snow swallowed me then the wolfs steped on the snow that i was hidden on . But then they ran into the East fogy wind.........

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    1. An excellent reply Valentina, let's have a little look through for some of your spelling, punctuation and grammar and you can post it again :)

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