Friday, December 31, 2010

ice-cats, a mystery chapter 3 coconut island

we took the ice boat home, where the fire birds picked us up. we flew away. it took 8 hours to get there, but a bowmower(icean(our language)for crimefighter)never gives up. when we got there, we were so tired that we ice-cats made ice beds and the fire birds rested in trees. we slept for a while and then woke up. "time to explore dark death cave."i said"its called dark death cave because pepeole who live here often hear screams comeing from it." so we went over to the cave. it looked kinda creepy. "dun dun dun", said jorge.

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