I ran downstairs in the night to munch on a year old cookie I saved.
“Clink clank” the letterbox sicked up an envelope. Every day, on the way to school; I always visit the post-office. However, they closed 5 hours ago. I knelt down to pick up the unusual message. There was a loud stomp.
“Dad!” I thought. I ran into my room and tucked up in bed, and made snoring noises. As he went away, I sat up and read the letter. Suddenly, out of the mist, a yell shot out of Dad’s mouth, so sharp it was like someone was taking his soul away. I looked on the roof, he was up there.
“How did he get there?” ??? asked.