The Pelican with a colorful horn.

This week I was learning how to structure and how to write narratives. A narrative is a fiction story.

I enjoed getting to make up our own storys.

What I dound challeging was to come up with a story.

Does my title sound good?

Next time I would try to do more correct spelling.

It was a time when pelicans had horns. The horns were always colored dark and boring gray but there was only one pelican that was different.

That pelican's name was James. Now the difference was he had a rainbow horn that every human wanted.

But one day on a cold and crystal clear day James the pelican found out that someone was hunting him down. James immediately knew the hunter wanted his horn, and if he didn’t have his horn he would no longer be here. So immediately James started running for the hills.

While James was in the hills following the muddy trail it started to pour down with rain. Giant boulders fell almost every second. But then he saw him, the hunter with his coffee! The hunter was staring at James with his smouldering face. The hunter took 1 step… 2 steps… 3 steps… and then he had him. James was stuck in a tight net. But James was not the only one sad; the hunter was sad too, because he dropped his coffee!

So off went the hunter to get some more coffee (that was a bit stupid) So as soon as possible James swipped his strong and mighty horn and cut through the net and made his way behind a tree. When the hunter appeared James dashed out from behind the tree and stabbed the hunter in the thy! He dropped his coffee and that was the end of the hunter.