Mousehole cat
”I need to keep going.”Tom said to himself. Suddenly, there was a lurch; Mowzer peered over the edge and beckoned Tom with an aggressive purr. ”Oh,no this is a disaster!”He ran to the other side. There was a swirling, sailor chomping whirlpool. ”Mowzer!”called Tom”I need to fetch the rowing boat.” At that moment, the ominous whirlpool whipped the boat right off the rock…
”Jump me’andsome!”yelled Tom. Mowzer obeyed and leaped off like a ballerina. She grabbed a razor, sharp rock covered in thick, slimy seaweed. Mowzer had a great idea- she sang, this helped as the great storm cat tossed a wave in their direction. Mowzer and Tom body- surfed up the towering wave; what they didn’t realise was that there was a dark, gloomy sign- a shark!
As waves never keep going Mowzer dropped. She fell into the shark’s awaiting mouth! Mowzer howled for help but none came.”This tragic, melancholy place is so depressing.”Mowzer thought. She howled a thousand more times but still no help came. The dangers of the sea were unbelievable as there were so many.
Meanwhile Tom was rowing hard, his treasured pet Mowzer had gone missing! Tom was calling her name frantically with a hoarse voice now. Rocks were being uncovered rapidly by rushing, white water and crystal, clear arching waves.
By Dylan