The sand crunches under my feet as I drag the
kayak down the beach. My sister Francesca and our friend Harper are already
splashing about in their kayaks. I’m in! I wade out and give my kayak a big
shove. I paddle past Francesca, past harper and to the next bay. I know that
bay well! Whenever I go there, there are lots of stingrays! Last time I saw
fifteen.
I’ve already spotted a stingray. I pull out
my spear gun and fire. It’s right on target!
The stingray zooms off dragging me by the
gun. I let go of the bright orange paddle and squeeze the gun as tightly as I
can. The stingray tows me around a couple of bays. I eventually let go when it
brings me back to my bay. Everyone was staring at me blank eyed.
I pick up my paddle and head for shore. I
jump onto the jetty and shout out for a towel. My arms are as sore as when you
have just had a rugby game.
I walk up the rock hard steps and into the
house. It’s so warm and it smells like fresh baking. I sit down and eat some
scones. So nice!
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