Writing

We could write whatever we wanted to but it had to include a duck a jandal and a key. 

This is mine.

Bob the poor little Duckie.

Once there lived a young duck called Bob,he was very poor. One day he went into a big hotel and begged the person behind the desk to give him a room key

“Please give me a room key” he wailed. Once he said that 100 times she gave him a key so he went to room. When he looked inside the room it looked amazing. There was a double bed and a big fridge and a bathroom and a balcony. At 8:00 he got into his bed and lay down but there was something hard in the bed. He sat up and saw a jandal. “Wow a shoe” said Bob. This was his first time to get any clothes. Once he left the hotel he went back to living on the streets with no money. Sadly a year later someone found him dead on the streets. 

“I think he died of hunger” said a lady.