“Stop!” yelled the anonamous soldiers, his gun pointed at the caped figure. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, just looking around” said red. “You shouldn’t be here!” “Red looked at the cabbage patch, an idea was brewing in his head. “Who are you!?” Red shivered at the winter cold. “Why shouldn’t I be here?” said the mysterious charictor. “My name is Danny, and what is yours?” “Why do you want to know what my name is?” asked the soldier holding his gun near Red. “I always remember my victems names” and like that Red killed the man. He picked up the bike a pedalled away.
I got to the centre of town, I looked north and saw Tony’s park and the Fire station, then I looked to the west, were I had come from, seeing the church that I had just passed and the town hall next to it. I decided to walk south. I Heard a symphony of yelling, the footy match no doubt. I was in line with the pub and the police station on the other side. I walked past the chemist when a delightful smell of lamb hit my nose. Greg was cooking a souvlaki in the Fish ‘n’ chip shop. I turned my head right and looked at the small hospital, people always said that it was a small hospital, but to me it was a colossal giant, maybe because it was the largest building in the town, maybe because I was a small person. I kept walking and I saw the news agency and the general store. I could smell Chinese food now, I didn’t need to look to find the source of the smell, it was obviously coming from the Po’s Asian restaurant. Then I hit the train station. I looked back along the street and I realised how small this town is.
The first statue that I noticed was the one of St George killing a dragon. I found it strange that a saint was portrayed as a Greek. I knew he was Greek because he rode a horse without a saddle (which is Greek). He had a long ash spear (which was Greek). He wore flat sandals (also Greek). He was naked, except for his cape (another Greek thing). And he also wore a Greek helmet. I wondered why the sculptor made the famous English hero a Greek. I also thought that the dragon looked kind of small. He looked like a crocodile with a long neck and wings.
The next statue I saw was of Joan of arc. I knew it was her because it was a female mounted on a horse and dressed in a knight’s armour. The statue was of similar style of the first one I saw. I wondered if it was made by the same sculptor. I liked this statue because it payed respect to someone who did something amazing with their life.
“Oh, just looking around” said red. “You shouldn’t be here!” “Red looked at the cabbage patch, an idea was brewing in his head. “Who are you!?” Red shivered at the winter cold. “Why shouldn’t I be here?” said the mysterious charictor. “My name is Danny, and what is yours?” “Why do you want to know what my name is?” asked the soldier holding his gun near Red. “I always remember my victems names” and like that Red killed the man. He picked up the bike a pedalled away.
I got to the centre of town, I looked north and saw Tony’s park and the Fire station, then I looked to the west, were I had come from, seeing the church that I had just passed and the town hall next to it. I decided to walk south. I Heard a symphony of yelling, the footy match no doubt. I was in line with the pub and the police station on the other side. I walked past the chemist when a delightful smell of lamb hit my nose. Greg was cooking a souvlaki in the Fish ‘n’ chip shop. I turned my head right and looked at the small hospital, people always said that it was a small hospital, but to me it was a colossal giant, maybe because it was the largest building in the town, maybe because I was a small person. I kept walking and I saw the news agency and the general store. I could smell Chinese food now, I didn’t need to look to find the source of the smell, it was obviously coming from the Po’s Asian restaurant. Then I hit the train station. I looked back along the street and I realised how small this town is.
The first statue that I noticed was the one of St George killing a dragon. I found it strange that a saint was portrayed as a Greek. I knew he was Greek because he rode a horse without a saddle (which is Greek). He had a long ash spear (which was Greek). He wore flat sandals (also Greek). He was naked, except for his cape (another Greek thing). And he also wore a Greek helmet. I wondered why the sculptor made the famous English hero a Greek. I also thought that the dragon looked kind of small. He looked like a crocodile with a long neck and wings.
The next statue I saw was of Joan of arc. I knew it was her because it was a female mounted on a horse and dressed in a knight’s armour. The statue was of similar style of the first one I saw. I wondered if it was made by the same sculptor. I liked this statue because it payed respect to someone who did something amazing with their life.