The Atlantic by David week 23

When the storm came everyone was worried . But I kept hearing the strange noise that wasn’t the storm. I went out as careful as ever only to find a dog with his leg caught in barbwire. I knew I had to do something. So I went to the pavement right by the edge of the cliff. The dog could get blown off  at any time. I got to the dog in time but his paw slid out. There was a red ladder but before I could do anything, the wind picked back up. I was swept off. Sinking into the Atlantic Ocean. I saw so many golden coins underwater. The storm calmed and I was had  the luckiest escape of my life. The dog was safe and sound.