Mist

Mist curls across the land in a sort of twist until you can see nothing but a fair grey glistening in the air.

Mist covers trees like tiny silver decorations.

It covers the sky like a sparkling sheet of paper glistening in the sky.

Mist feels magic.

It sparkles like fairy dust.

By Elsie

Mum's New Car

In the holidays my Mum got a new car. She got her new car from Christchurch. It is a Dodge Journey. My Dad went to Christchurch to pick it up. It is silver. The

new car has a dvd player on the ceiling and in the ceiling in the backseat there are fans that turn on and off.

 

It has a storage apartment in the back seat.