Where Did These Footprints Come From?

By Cameron L.

When I woke up, I looked out my window to see how high the snow was, but I saw footprints. I wonder, I wonder if it led me somewhere, I just wonder.

I got dressed and got two bags that had a pocket knife, a first aid kit, a blanket, pots and pans, spoons, forks and knives, tools, and more important stuff. I called my friend, Jeff, to come with me to the journey. I grabbed my coat and met Jeff outside.

We followed the footprints until 6:00 p.m.

“It’s getting late,” said Jeff. Snap!

“Shhhhh!” I said.

“What was that?” said Jeff softly.

They heard someone scream, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

We ran to the front of the forest. We walked across and found kids playing tag.

“Would you like to play tag with us?” said Starr.

“Yeah, we tried to ask you at your house earlier,” said Paige.

“But you were sleeping,” said Justen.

“That explains the footprints,” Jeff said.

“And the scream,” I said. “Yeah, we’ll play tag.”

And that day they lived happily ever after.

“Look guys, snow.”

“Yaaa!”