From: Lauren, Pri 5, Methodist Girls’ Primary
One day, Ivy walked down the orchard where the beautiful apple trees used to be. In its place were brown withering leaves with no apples growing on it. She touched the bark of a tree, and tears welled from deep inside her and coursed down her cheek. Ivy felt sorry for the trees and wished they were all well again. She then strolled along the little creek that had dried up. She heaved a heavy sigh and sat by the creek, recalling all the happy memories she had of this place.
“Zzz”, Ivy heard the sound of a firefly. She caught it with her hands. As she opened her hands to look at the firefly, she closed her eyes and wished for things at Whistling Ridge to be back to the way it was before. She then walked back to her bedroom and slept in her comfortable bed.
The sun rose from the distant horizon. Suddenly, Ivy was jolted awake by the familiar sound of the revving engine from the camper van. She then knew that everything had gone back to normal