John’s laughter echoed through the damp wet forest air. A cool soothing breeze blew his hair then made John’s hair in the slightest way a little curlier then usual, a weird felling came up and made John fell good. A rush of excitement flowed across John’s body making him fell like he could accomplish anything.

John ran across the old wooden bridge while mumming a tune. At this point John felt alive he stood back onto the bridge but suddenly the bridge started to shake still standing on the bridge terrified he ran! And good he did because by the time he got to land straightaway the bridge went falling to the ground.