In the middle of a lake where the stream started, lay a massive, mossy rock on which sat a girl wearing a purple gown with a golden tie around her waist. She wore a beautiful pearl necklace and golden slippers. She looked an awful lot like a medieval princess. She glared at me as if I was some kind of animal. She thought I was weird-well, you should have seen her!
"Why are you crying?" I asked, ignoring her questioning look. She looked up. Her eyes were red and watery.
"I've spoilt it!" she wept.
"Spoilt what," I asked.
When my Gran died she told me to 'look after the animals in the caravan,' and now I've lost one of her rarest snakes, the Anaconda." Her eyes somehow made me guilty for something I hadn't done and were telling me to help.
"I'll help you find him. By the way, what's your name?" I asked.
"Clohie," she answered.
"I know, I'll get you some different clothes!" I persisted.
"OK!" she said. So I sprinted like a cheetah towards my house, grabbed some clothes and sprinted back. She quickly got dressed. I thought we could start at the pet shop but that would be stupid as it is not used to people.
"Let's start at the bog," stated Clohie.
"OK!" I answered. We trudged towards the bog. Clohie told me not to go any further or we would sink into a marsh. The marsh dipped and rose so it was hard to see any traces of an Anaconda track. But Clohie could see a faint sign. I followed her. Finally, we stopped. Something that I had not noticed was a small, shiny, silver harmonica that she had hung around her neck. She started to play. It was a beautiful and heart-warming sound which called the Anaconda towards her and made the snake follow her home. She thanked me by giving me her harmonica. The caravan slowly disappeared with a sound of singing dragging behind it.           
IT MUST HAVE BEEN MAGIC!

Hannah A. Brown           Year 5R