Once there was a young boy who loved playing in the park. One day he kicked his football ,very hard ,and sent it flying into a bush.When he was looking for his football ,he saw a hooded figure ,gliding almost among the trees and, as it moved the sky grew darker until it was night. The trees also seemed to come closer .The child broke into a run and ran as fast as he could but every step he took a new figure appeared until he was surrounded by hooded figures. He was scared out of his wits ,until one stepped forward and returned his ball .
Well done Senan. Maith thú! I love the use of the word “gliding”. Esther