There I was, herding the sheep on a dark, damp, dreary day with my cowardly sister. I had an unsettled feeling as we walked the sheep over to the stream that rushed towards the ocean.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the gloomy, midnight-coloured sky. My sister and I retreated as if it was fated that something horrendous was going to happen. With the black clouds rolling in overhead, the rain started pelting down on the lush green grass. The animals were starting to get tense and then we knew our destiny.
Shortly afterwards, the ground began vibrating. The land started eroding around us until there was nothing left except for my sister and me. Everything was gone, including the ground behind us and the sheep were stranded. There we were on the verge of life and death. We were hopeless in the stormy weather. Would we ever live till morning?
The cold was numbing as I lay down on the bare, wet grass. There I was, gazing at my sister, who was trembling with fear, her teeth chattering with the cold. I was worried sick that we wouldn’t live to see another day. It was impossible to fall asleep as I could hear the waves crashing against the rocks and to make it even worse the sea water was spattering up on my face. My cowardly sister clung to me during the middle of the night when the wind started howling louder than a thousand wolves.
When I woke up in the morning and I was in one piece, I was overjoyed that we survived the night. But how would we get home? As dawn was breaking, we saw a ship emerge from behind the dense fog. We jumped for joy as we were saved.