Random sample of DD's, Y4.
They found (when they went through the door) that they were falling. But slowly, like floating. All around them was an icy blue, with a snowflake dancing around them every now and again. Then suddenly the wind changed direction dragging them with it, again and again. They went in either zig-zags, across, up, down or diagonal. It was pretty much like a whirl-lift. Now, back to the children. They all had different opinions: Alfie was saying a series of different words for yikes (he was practically a human thesaurus), Jacob was sailing about like he did this every day, Mandy was kicking around, trying to go up and Emily was screaming her head off.
Finally, after 5 minutes of being a thesaurus, sailing about, kicking around and screaming their heads off, they landed. And I don't mean ow, ow, ow, landed, I mean in the most perfectly soft chair in the world, SITTING UP landed.
This is the story that DD wrote that gave rise to my MN name. The children go on to get separated and when Alfie finally catches up with his brother and sisters again they are handed to him in a jar labelled:
Pickled Siblings: Store in a warm, dry place. Look after them!
Perhaps not surprisingly the story goes no further
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