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The Crumbles

November 20th, 2007

In a dark night on the 5th of October there was a dirty, gloomy little house in the middle of Jameson street. There were a couple of dirty,l ittle people called Mr Crumble and his wife Mrs Crumble. They lived in this gloomy house. Next door lived Jack Johnston,Mr Crumble’s neighbour and friend.

 Mr Crumble and Mrs Crumble loved to paint dark scary paintings. They joined an Art class so they wouldn’t be in for the day, so Jack looked after the cat that they had. A scruffy cat they had.

Jack walked slowly and silently around the wrecked house. As he walked around the floor boards squeaked and squaked. He tottered into the living-room  “WHAT A MESS”! he yelled out. Old newspapers lying on the floor, cracks in the walls and ceiling, tattered old dirty couches.

The next place in the house he went to was the kitchen. Pans all over, Mucky dishes stacked up beside the limescaled greasy sink, smelly cat poo on the floor. ” I have seen enough” he said.

The inside of the house was worse than the outside. Jack was gobsmacked at such a mess that somebody can live in. Jack and Mr Crumble were still friends but Jack never forgot about Mr and Mrs Crumble’s wrecked, old, dirty house. Will there be an improvement in this house or will there not?

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