THE MOVING COAT.(true story!)
The coat was dead.
On the floor.
Sleeves in the mud.
Dead.
Well, can a coat die? I dont know. Anyway, it was lying on the muddy bank on the playground behind the adventure trail, my yoohoos keyrings face down in the worn grass and dirt.
NOOOOO!
HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN? I exlamied to Mr Darcy, who was standing next to me.But no-one could answer...
Ok, to explain more I'll have to go back a bit.
The beginning of playtime.
Break was late that day because it was a singing assembly and the music teacher made us all try to guess a musical term that none of us had ever heard of. It was interesting, but we were all glad to get some fresh air after.
Me, Mr Darcy and TFC started laughing and chatting and whatnot.I hung my coat on one of the short wooden poles of the adventure trail-we were all trying on each others coats and i put it there for now.
We were playing and stuff a short distace away from my coat when I noticed it wasn't on the poles. It was on the ground. I didn't think it got there by itself.
We were playing and stuff a short distace away from my coat when I noticed it wasn't on the poles. It was on the ground. I didn't think it got there by itself.
IT HAD BEEN KNOCKED. BY SOMEONE.
OR SOMETHING.
BUT PROBABLY SOMEONE.
Noooooooo!
So the mystery began. Me and Mr Darcy, united by our love of sherlock, started questioning everybody who went past if they knocked it over and stuff but then breaktime was up and we had to wait till tommorow.
So!
Tommorow we will know...hehe.
Tommorow we will know...hehe.










