One day a boy named Eoin flew his blue and yellow spitfire into a green bin. He hated bins. Then three men pushed Eoin into a black van. I shouldered one side of the van and he burst out of the van. He went zooming down the hill. He then spotted a road at the side of the mountain. The three men then spotted me but they were exhausted and didn’t bother catching me. The sign then said, “Dead End”. What would Eoin do now? He jumped out of the rubbish bin just in time but he had forgotten his plane.