The Bonfire

It was getting hotter and hotter and my baby, my baby was trapped inside.”Mummy!” she yelled. She was coughing and spluttering; I had to get her out. I ventured  in trying not to get burned. When I had finally reached my baby the combustion was sizzling in front of me. Her quills were alight but then I released it was not my baby so I climbed out carefully. As the smoke cleared my baby was coming my sweet baby. Then the fireworks- which had filled the sky with colour-had started  and we turned into balls and we rolled off.

By Ceri and Poppy

One thought on “The Bonfire”

  1. Dear Ceri and Poppy,
    I really enjoyed reading your story, particularly how you built up the suspense – will mummy hedgehog find her baby in time, before the fire fully lights? (I’m very relieved that she did!)
    Read back over the sentence “but then I released it was not my baby so I climbed out carefully” – did you mean to use “released”?
    Keep up with the great writing!
    Mrs Roberts

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