Charlie and I, and my dog Bruno Mars, were in the middle of WW2, fighting the Jerries (Germans) we were picking up guns and throwing grenades at the machine gun nest on the way! BOOM!
We moved up the track to the beach where we would be rescued from enemy lines KAPOW! KABOOM!
We got to the beach, we found a wee hut that had already been made and just as we settled in a raging dog came and barked its head off RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! It was a big... brown... BULLDOG! We were scared to death, so we RUSHED to the top of the sanddune then rolled down to the other side. We still heard the scary barks from the other side RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! Bruno Mars was fighting with it! Then it stopped... We heard footsteps coming it was... BRUNO MARS. He had scared the bulldog away! WOOHOO!
We felt a bit peckish after All The excitement so we went and got some food. We were having delicious chicken and Mayo sandwiches when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. In shock I dropped a mouthful of my sandwich. I peered behind some driftwood. “Hey charlie, look over here!” I said. I nearly vomited. “EWWWWWWWWW” we said. It was a big… brown… (no, not a bulldog), it was a… DEAD… RABBIT! Its belly was ripped up so we could see its rib cage, and there was BLOOD EVERYWHERE. And worse, it was ROTTING. I picked up a stick (WARNING: if you get grossed easily, WATCH OUT) and poked it in the eye - SQUISH!
“Ewwwwwww,” Charlie said. We observed it closely we smelled the fumes. I am a boy - it’s my dream find.