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Sweat exuding down my foul-smelling, and wirey hair. I had to survive, I HAD to. But how could I, when the odds were 100 to 1. The only thing I can do to escape is to tunnel, though all of the hard and vile soil along the trenches was my ONLY way to escape. It would be hard, and I might have had to hold my breath, but there was still a chance…

Once I had made it out of the tunnel I had scraped up, I proceeded to crawl on no man’s land, hoping that I wouldn’t be seen.

¨Pfft this isn’t gonna work¨ I scoff, I recite the spell from the book and wait. ¨I knew this wouldn’t work¨ I muttered to myself and turned and walked away. CRUNCH I hear stone breaking and the footpath crumbling under my feet, I turn my head around as fast as a lightning bolt and see that the statue came to LIFE!

 ¨Well he-hello th-there, young la-lady¨ A voice croaks to me.

¨AHHHH!!! WHO A-ARE YOU!?¨ I shout in horror 

¨Im…¨ He trails off,

¨Wait… your the guy from the statue, right?¨ I say 

¨Ye-¨ he croaks before I interrupt again,

¨YES IT WORKED!!!¨

The 1914’s WW1 was going, but Bob and Jeff who got caught for faking age really wanted to go so they started their own war, THE PUPPET WAR. It was a fight over who could make the best puppet and how long it lasted. 

It was time to judge, trees started rustling their silly songs, and the cicada started buzzing. 

“The winner is…Bob,” said the giant slug.

“Haha shame loser, LOSER JEFF” giggled Bob.

“The winner of the winner of the long lasting is…..Jeff, That means you’re tied” Said the slug. 

“Now they have to share the statue?”

Once there was an old man called ¨Uncle J¨ no one really knew why he was called uncle J.One day he got a letter in the mail.  It said ¨You have been elected to go to war it will be fun we will go hiking, sleeping on comfy beds, roast marshmallows andheaps more that you can even think of ¨ He didn’t think much of it. So he said, ¨Bye honey I’m going off to war.¨ His wife said ¨ok good luck¨ and started sobbing. He packed his bag and left. When he went there it was not what he imagined……

Tears were in my eyes as I was walking around. It was anzac day and we finally had a week off to come and visit my late great grandma in Gallipoli. We were staying in a little hut on the other side of the park. One day we were walking around the park exploring it, when faintly in the distance we saw something that looked like a big chess piece, “but that couldn’t be it” said mum. Why don’t we walk over then.” Wow, that looks amazing” I said. It was a big statue of a soldier from war.