This is Georgina's. Unfortunately we had to reduce them to 300 words which meant some really good chunks of writing had to be edited out and in some cases the writing was not as graphic after editing.
The Day Dad Nearly Died
“Oh my God, Dad’s going to die!“ I watched with horror as Dad screamed backwards down the hill. He was heading for the strainer, if he hit that it would spring back on him. The dogs in the back weren’t moving, Dad and the Ranger were moving too fast.
Finally, Bridgette arrived. I had been waiting all morning for her and, because she was late, we had to go farming with Dad. We had better things to do. I gave her some gumboots and we all jumped in our Ranger. We were mustering one of our back hills. We went down the “Sunnyface,” an almost vertical hill. The sheep were now grazing in a paddock full of late summer grass. “We’re done here.”
We were driving up the “Sunnyface “ when the engine started making funny noises. Instinct told me that something wasn’t right. I tensed. Splutter pop pop. Then it was silent. No engine. No nothing. And then it dawned on me. We were in the middle of a hill. I jumped out and Bridgette followed. And then the ranger started moving backwards. With Dad and the dogs in it. Faster and faster they sped. Then… Crash! The Ranger crashed through the fence.
Dad disappeared when the Ranger hit the first fence and carried on backwards through the boundary fence . I started running down the hill. Then he appeared. “Dad,” My voice was shaking, “Are you all right?”
“Fine,” Dad shouted, “The dogs are too. Go up to the house and we can have some lunch.” Typical Dad, thinking about his stomach. I looked at the Ranger, stuck in the fence and I realized that Dad could’ve easily died if the Ranger rolled over or hit the strainer. And you might think that it’s not scary, but it was, in ways that words can’t tell.
By Georgina
Year 5
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