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One Monday afternoon me and my friends Aaron and Grassia were at the creek, swimming we were having a great time when thunder cracked. We all jumped and rushed to the edge.
I yelled come on .we need to get back to get there we need to cross a smaller creek. The creek was running at 1 kilolitre every five seconds
We will never be able to cross it I say
Aaron said we will have to jump it
By the time we build a big enough to get over it, the creek is running at two kilolitres every three seconds it was fast we go up the steep hill we can not normally get up on our bikes but the mud stoped us from sliding down.
We rode as fast as we could. It looked dangerous. We did it anyway we went at 40 km .it was rough. To make it over we need to jump1and half metres.
Aaron is first he makes it by the tip of his hair
It was my turn. I cleared it by half a metre.
Grassia does not make it, but she had not been washed down yet. We grabbed her bike. It was cutting my fingers. I have an idea.
Let’s push the old car in. It is heavy does it anyway I say. It stoped the water from flowing I pulled out the bike it was muddy. It was dangerous. .the water reached the top of the tyre when we rode .our shoes come of because we are only wearing thongs
We are nearly back. We are riding in handle bar deep water. It is hard to steer, but we were just over the hill. It is up to our chins when we stand up
We look at the hill it is like a slide. We cross it anyway because we had no choice.
It stoped raining ad the water went down
It was a mess around our house. I and my dad used a rake to clean it up. I took a long time.
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