The Popping Oysters

It was a burning hot day and the sun was shining bright.

We cooked the oysters on the blazing fire. The oysters were

popping they flew into  the sky like a bird rising out of the water.

I was exhausted. I was sweating, the sweat dribbled down my body like a slippery snail. Afterwards all the work paid off as we were eating it and it was tasteful.

By Quin

HI MY NAME IS QUIN AND THIS IS MY RECOUNT ABOUT ME WALKING MY DOG AROUND THE DOMAIN... HOPE U ENJOY IT :)

About me

Kia ora my name is Quin I go to te kura o Kawakawa I enjoy playing cricket & rugby. Quin