by Daniel Defoe
Strangely, seeing the remains of the cannibal feast helped clear my mind. I now knew what i was up against. These savages had obviously been to my island many times before. Yet, after eighteen years, they had never seen me. I realised I could go another eighteen in the same way if I was careful. For the next two years, I stayed close to home and took few chances. Iwas always well armed with a musket, sword and two pistols. But i seldom fired my guns unless there was no other choice.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Wanted!The Hundred-mile-per-hour Dog!
By Jeremy Strong
The man stared after the vanishing cloud of dust.'Pesky dog stole my roast chicken.I had only just bought it.Stole it right out of my bag.It was my lunch.
The man stared after the vanishing cloud of dust.'Pesky dog stole my roast chicken.I had only just bought it.Stole it right out of my bag.It was my lunch.
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