“Look at the size of that black scooter, it’s huge.”
Mum looked with surprise, “I wonder who rides it.”
“I don’t know how big the person is. Be careful,” dad said to us.
“Look at the swan, it’s big. I want to go see it,” I said.
“It got on my head – get it off, get it off!!!” Maggie screamed in terror.
I don’t like that beach seagulls bite you there. “It’s getting me,” I terrored.
“Stupid thing. I hate those birds – what are they called?” I asked my parents. “Come to the car, go, go, go! They are chasing us,” I yelled.