The Resort Island

The sun blanketed me like an oven. The sand warmed my tiny toes. I was relaxing on the sandy island under the warm long trees. The cold water tasted real salty.  The cold water screeching down my throat was like wasabi.  The water was clean, clear and bumpy. Water on the coral, splashed my icy cold drink, into the reef, then it  flew way over the waves. Under the cool and blue and green shadows I collected coconuts and leaves. Then I made a hut.  At twelve midday I saw a plane land the island.  I grabbed the longest tree branch that I could find on the island.  Then I pulled myself onto the plane.  After a while I said to myself “where am I?”  Then I noticed that the plane had a bomb right under my seat.  I jump off and swam and swam out with the dolphins to the other end of the island. I found a boat right at the other end of the this hot island.  Now I felt safe.

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