A rumbling crescendo of thunder bellowed distantly. Lightning attacked the sky menacingly, like the launching strike of an attacking python. An indecipherable shape emerged. The heavy fall of hail lashed at his fur. Plumf's fur was the blue of a clear midnight sky and his eyes were deep, never-ending pools of black.
Outside he was a fluffy cloud, like the sky, but inside there was no limit to the commotion he caused. His biggest desire was to make friends. He looked the part, he didn't act it. He had ventured far and wide just to continue scaring everyone away.
by Isabella Jayasekara (10)
St James' RC Primary School - Kent
Competition - Crazy Creatures
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