A Flood

The Story of the flood in Greyton.

The rain poured down with a loud shudder, the boy sitting on his bed shreeking with joy and exsitemen jumping up and down, while his friend weaped in fear for his life. The dogs swimming in and out of every room. Leaping from couch to table the two boys were trying to avoid falling in. Then father grabbed one under each arm and walked through the door and threw each into the car. Then drove up the road to Grandmothers house further up the hill witch was not as flooded. Grandmother with a grin to se her Grandchild and his best friend welcomed them and father in. "would you like some tea David?" She said to father. "No thanks Sherls, i have to go help Ginny save the books and get the rest of the stuff from the house," he replied. So a fade memory of the flood.