Task card seven
Will and I have to imagine that we are either an animal, plant or abiotic features.
I am a leaf swaying in the breeze on the tip of a great big tree. A strong gust of wind blows me off I float down to the ground. Waiting and waiting a catipillar comes a long a gobbles me up. As it climbs up the tree it creeps past a bird nest, but the mother bird catches it in the corner of her eye. The mother bird eats it and regurgitates it up feeding her little baby birds.
By Adam and Will
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