Burma Trail

Crack, snap, crack, the gravel crunched under my cold feet as I trodded along the long stoney path. I keep following the rough string to get to the dark end of the fabulous Burma Trail. As I walked along happily again, I met a parent!  "Follow the string, the string leads the way,...you may need to step over huge obstacles, whatever you do, follow the string, the string leads the way."  The spooky voice that was creeping me out was so unrecognisable that I thought that it could be a warty green witch!  "Aaaaah!!" I yelled, that person is certainly trained for scaring children! The next parent that I met was Brent, he told me that I was at the the amphitheatre. I wobbled over the big brown log to get up the theatre's gigantic steps. In the dark murky bush, I crawled around in the soggy wet soil. Suddenly I banged into something, it was towering above me, so I lowered my head down to the ground. I could hear a noise, a noise that sounded like ripples of a stream.  I was at the end of the Burma Trail, it was frightening, but the best!! WOOHOO!! 
By Stella