Elliot Stretched out his arms as he woke up from a restless night of
sleep. Poor Elliot was too afraid to sleep, afraid of the mysterious
beastie. In the night he could hear a continuous whispering coming
from outside the shelter, the whispering turned into nightmares. After
rubbing away the sleep from his delicate eyes with his grubby hands he
remembered all the bad dreams from the darkness of the night. These
brought a tear to his eye as he remembered the comforts of home.
Memories were slowly fading as time went on in the jungle.
Slowly he made his way out of the shelter and was greeted by another
Without thinking about helping the bigguns with the fire or even
hunting he just went and joined with the others. The boy, who had
called him over, Mikey, greeted Elliot with a playful punch.
“I’ll race ya!” screamed Elliot as he began running towards he
luscious sea. Mikey ran after him. As they dived into the water and
were splashing each other a loud came from the conch they reluctantly
wondered back to the shelters. Ralph greeted them as the rest of the
children flocked in. Most of the Littluns just stand there and do not
listen unless it is about the beastie. Today Ralph was trying to
explain certain matters of which Elliot just did not take in, Jack
kept on interrupting and after a while the meeting broke up as Elliot
joined the rest of the littluns playing on the beach.
On the beach a few of the small boys were building a big sandcastle.
They were all very excited as it slowly grew as they all helped
“This is going to be so big,” exclaimed Elliot stretching out his
arms. Roger strolled over and trod on the castle as if it was not