Our talented and very imaginative Year 4 students have written some wonderful stories that we are excited to share.
These stories were inspired by an old boot found stuck in the mud in South Hobart, which was spotted while walking one day.
The Way Through by Cara Watt
It was in the bush that it all started. I was out on a walk with my mother and we were lost. I had to climb a tree to see where we were so that we could find our way home. I had seen our house and knew that we were not far away. I was about to climb down the tree to tell my Mum when I heard, I don’t know what…
It sounded a bit like a scream but then it couldn’t have been since it just cut off short and vanished into thin air. I slipped down the tree to ask my Mum but she was not there. Frightened, I ran to tell my Dad. Just as I got to our house, breathless with my heart pounding I heard the same sort of noise. But this one cut off even sooner. I ran inside ‘Dad! Dad! Dad!’ I cried but there was no reply. I searched the whole house but nobody was there. Finally, I slumped down, exhausted. I wondered if he had just gone out to get water from the well or find an animal for dinner but it was not to be.
The next morning a strange man came to the front door. He walked in, which surprised me because the front door never opened, it usually stuck, only my father could manage that door. But he just walked in silently, almost not seeming to walk at all. He gathered all my belongings, every single one. How did he know which stuff was mine? I wondered. But there was no time for wondering now. The strange man took me by the hand and led me away. I don’t know how long we walked for but it seemed like forever. Finally, we arrived at a big white building. It had wooden shutters and a large front door. It didn’t look the doors in the bush, it was dark and had carved panels. Without saying a word, the man opened the door. Inside a strange sight met my eyes. It was a lady wearing a dress, or I thought it was a dress. It looked like the ones in the photos of my mother and father’s wedding. It was so puffed she couldn’t even fit through the door without turning sideways. ‘Hello,’ said the lady with a voice that seemed to ring. ‘I am Miss Tipley and this is the orphanage you will be staying at until you are adopted.’
Adopted? Orphanage! What were they? Suddenly I remembered, I had read about them in a book somewhere that my mother had given me. An orphanage was place children were sent to if they had no parents. Adopted was when you were given to another family. How could either of those possibly apply to me? I closed my eyes and pinched myself, I hoped it was all a dream. But it wasn’t, when I opened my eyes back up I was still standing in that horrible orphanage. There was no escaping it. Miss Tipley led me by the hand and we walked down a long corridor into a room. “Everyone, this is Jemalie.” How did she know my name? “Please make Jemalie feel very welcome, you lot and no teasing, Ava,” she said with a look at a girl with bright blue eyes and blonde hair who was sitting in the front row. Then she turned to me and said, “Go to your seat Jemalie, it’s the one in the back row on the left next to Susan.’ I walked down the aisle and sat down next to Susan.
‘Hi Jemalie,’ Susan said.
‘Hi Susan, what is this place?’ I asked
‘It’s an orphanage and this is the school room,’ Susan said as if it was the most matter of fact thing in the world. ‘Anyway, it’s playtime, let’s go outside.’
As we ran out, I felt a violent shove and then nothing… My head swirled and I started to feel sick. Suddenly I woke up. I was lying on a sickbed. I cried that I wanted to go home. The nurse came in. ‘You are home,’ the nurse said with a note of surprise in her voice, ‘this is the orphanage, this is your home.’ With a plummeting feeling in my stomach, I realised that I would never see my parents again. Never… never…never…never. I started running, I don’t know how I managed it with my head still spinning. I don’t know how I knew my way home but I did and soon I was in the bush. I felt calmer, everything seemed to blur and then I realised something. I remembered a story my mother had told me one night. It was about a horrible wizard man and if you stepped on his gumboot trap, you would fall down into his spellbound slavery. I realised the man who had pushed open the front door was my father as a slave. He had been unrecognisable as he was brainwashed. Suddenly I knew what to do. I had to find that gumboot, tread on it, and find my parents and save them. I ran and ran until I found the big tree I had climbed to see our house. It was just a feeling but sure enough, there it was a little way from the tree, an upside-down gumboot. I stepped on it, unafraid and determined. I felt the sole give way but I was not afraid. As I landed a voice said, ‘now there you are.’ I saw a man in a black cloak. ‘I have come for my parents,’ I said without any hint of fear in my voice, and strangely I felt none.
‘You are too late,’ he growled at me. My hands began to fill with a tingly warmth. I shot the warmth at that wizard. Suddenly the light began to blur, everything whirled. ‘Oh no, oh no, what has happened?’ I shouted. The next moment, I woke up in bed. Was it all a dream? I got up and looked in the mirror. I saw a scar on my forehead, supposedly from that sharp push I had received at the orphanage. Mum walked into the room, her high heels clacking. ‘Come on Honey, time to get up, it’s a school morning.’ I was so glad to see her. I threw on my school dress and ran out to my Dad waiting to take me to school. ‘We’re a bit late, you’re going to have to eat breakfast in the car.’ I was glad to see him too. The next thing I knew we were driving off. I felt light and happy as we whizzed along the country roads. As we drove into town we passed the exact same orphanage building.
I heard two girls talking, ‘they said she ran off in the night,’ one said to the other.
‘Well queer thing to do but I guess she was a queer girl,’ replied her friend.
I smiled. Maybe it was a dream, maybe it wasn’t. Anyway, I will never know and it will never matter anyway.
A New World by Jorgia Eyles
‘What was that Luke? Number 8, Green Street?’ Asked their Mum for the hundredth time.
‘Mum!’ Moaned Luke, ‘Number 12 Evergreen!’
‘Oh Mum, there it is! It looks so cosy and oh look at the beautiful gardens!’ Lillie said. She was so excited.
‘And look at the bush! I can’t wait to go exploring! It is right across the road to the house! What do you think Michael?’ Luke said.
Michael had been in a mood the whole car ride. He never wanted to move. He liked their old house and his old school.
‘It’s alright I guess.’ Mumbled Michael.
They parked their car in the driveway and their Mum opened the front door with a SQUEAK!
‘Wow!’ said all the children, except Michael of course.
It was a cosy little cottage with beautiful gardens and a couple of veggie patches, but the best thing was that it was right across the road from the bush. The bush had a magical feel to it and the kids (even Michael) instantly wanted to go explore.
‘Now,’ began Mum. Her voice sounded like the kind of voice that she was about to say something that you didn’t want to hear.
‘We’ve got a lot of unpacking to do and I’ve invited our new neighbours around for dinner. I’d like you kids to unpack your things then I’ve got a list of chores that need to be done.’
Their Mum always liked making a good impression and was very organised, so organised that she had already made a list of chores!
‘Ugh!’ Groaned the children. Their Mum gave them a look. ‘The look’ seemed to say: Do it now or else. So, they started right away.
‘We could just not do it?’ Suggested Michael. He was starting to get used to the idea of moving and he actually quite liked their new house.
‘I wish,’ muttered Luke.
‘Well, the sooner we get it done the sooner we can go explore the bush!’ Lillie said. She was always trying to think on the positive side.
‘True Lillie.’ Luke said.
So, after they’d finished unpacking their bags and had one more chore to do they felt full of energy and ready to explore.
‘Quick, let’s go before Mum thinks of another chore to do!”’ Michael said.
‘Shouldn’t we write a note?’ Lillie said logically.
‘I guess so.’ Luke said, as he got a pen and paper.
‘Now can we go?’ Complained Michael.
Luke and Lillie started running away.
‘Come on slowcoach!’ They shouted.
‘Wait up!’ Shouted Michael back.
‘Wow, this truly is a magical place!’ Lillie said, amazed.
‘Now are you glad we moved?’ Luke asked.
‘Yes,’ Michael mumbled. He was embarrassed about his behaviour.
It was fairly dark in the bush, with the tall trees blocking the sun. There were wild orchids sprinkled across the bush floor. There were little red mushrooms like the ones fairy’s live in, in fairytales. It was silent apart from the cackling laugh of the kookaburras, the fresh running water of a nearby creek, the sound of the kangaroos big bouncing feet and the odd rustle of a possum in the trees.
‘It’s beautiful!’ Luke said, mesmerised.
They explored around the bush, climbed the tall trees and drank from the creek. Lillie picked some of the wild orchids and they listened to the kookaburras funny laughs, jumped from rock to rock in the same creek that they had drank from when suddenly…
‘Hey guys!’ Michael called out, ‘come over here!’
Luke and Lillie ran towards the sound of Michael’s voice.
Michael pointed to the ground.
‘There’s a hole in the ground, big enough to fit a person!’ Michael said, peering down into the hole.
‘I wouldn’t look that far into there you might fall in.’ Warned Luke.
‘I won’t fall in Luke! Don’t be a worry war…..AHHHHH!!!’ Michael shouted. Luke warned him but he didn’t listen as always. He had fallen in the hole!
‘MICHAEL!!!’ Shouted Luke, he really was worried now.
‘What are you doing?’ Asked Lillie. She was worried too.
Luke was taking off his jacket.
‘I’m going in.’ Luke said, sounding braver than he felt.
‘Shouldn’t we call the fire department or the SES?’ Lillie thought her brother was out of his mind!
‘Probably.’ Luke said as he jumped down.
‘I’M STILL FALLING!!!’ Shouted Michael.
‘I can do this.’ Lillie was trying to convince herself. Gulp!
‘I CAN do this.’ She said it more bravely this time.
‘I CAN DO IT!!’ Shouted Lillie. Then she jumped in.
‘AHHHHH!!!’ She screamed.
What seemed like an hour later Lillie hit the soft ground.
‘Oh, Lillie! Why did you come down? You shouldn’t have!’ Luke began to give Lillie a lecture.
‘Give it a rest Luke.’ Michael said.
‘Wow! Where are we?’ Lillie said, astonished.
‘Wait, we’re…’ Michael said, confused. ‘We’re…’
‘Spit it out!’ Luke said impatiently.
‘We’re, UPSIDE DOWN!!’
‘What?’ Luke and Lillie said, confused.
Then they realised they were upside down! They sat up. The world seemed to spin around!
‘We aren’t upside down anymore.’ Lillie said.
The boys sat there with their mouths wide open.
All the colours were neon! It was super bright and there were huge daisies everywhere! The grass was neon green and so was everything else. The clouds looked perfectly shaped. It seemed that no one lived there until…
‘MUM!!! THERE’S MORE OF THEM!!’ Shouted a…WOMBAT!!! It was as big as a 4-year-old!
‘Did that wombat just talk?’ Michael whispered into his brother’s ear.
‘I, I umm,’ stammered Luke. ‘I think it did.’ Luke whispered back.
‘Lillie?’ Luke said.
Lillie sat there smiling.
An angry voice called back to the wombat.
‘I told your Dad NOT to leave that hatch open otherwise we’re going to have awful humans dropping out of the sky like rain!’
They heard smallish, stubby feet thumping against the ground. They listened until they couldn’t hear it anymore. Then they heard the voice of an angry woman (or perhaps it was a wombat) yelling at a man (or maybe that was a wombat too). Then they heard a man yelling back. The man seemed slightly afraid…
‘Sorry about my parents.’ Said the embarrassed wombat suddenly.
The kids stared at the wombat for this time they knew that he actually did talk.
‘My name’s Wally, what’re your names? You are humans, right?’
Everyone was half nervous and half excited and definitely astonished.
‘My name’s Lillie! It’s nice to meet you, Wally! Well, yes we are humans.’ Lillie said, brightly.
She nudged her brothers and gave them a look like their Mum had earlier in the story but with a smile too.
‘Fine…’ muttered Michael, ‘My name’s Michael, Wally. Nice meeting you.’
‘Hi Wally, my name’s Luke. Do you know where we are?’
‘Why my friend, you’re in Htrae.’
‘Weird name.’ Michael said quietly.
‘Why! It’s earth spelled backward!’ Announced Lillie after a while.
‘You’re right Lillie, it is!’ Luke said.
The children looked confused. It went awkwardly silent, until…
‘Humans, eh? What are they doing in Htrae? Let me see…’ Said a voice supposedly coming from a tree.
‘Don’t touch them! They’re dirty humans! Awful humans! Did your Dad let them in again, Wally? He has one job!’ Another voice spoke not so friendly as the other voice.
Suddenly two birds flew down. They were cockatoos. A boy and a girl, probably a couple. But they weren’t ordinary cockatoos, they were the size of eagles!
‘It’s alright Claire, they’re nice.’ Explained Wally.
‘You wombats would say that! Clumsy! Like your Dad, leaving the hatch open.’ Replied Claire angrily.
Meanwhile, the other bird was talking with the children but he was much nicer.
‘Hello there! My name’s Chris. What are your names, my friends?’ Chris said.
‘My name’s Lillie!’
‘Hello Chris, my name’s Michael.’
‘Hi Chris, my name’s Luke. Thank you for being so nice to us, I can see that your wife doesn’t like humans very much.’
‘Oh, never mind Claire. She’s very overprotective of her friends and sometimes she can come across a bit rude.’ Chris said in a low voice. He did not want Claire to hear.
A bigger wombat than Wally came out of a burrow in the ground. He was about the size of an 8-year-old. He was wearing overalls and a cap. He had a name tag on that read: William Woods.
‘Hey Wally, err, show these humans the way out.’ William said.
‘But Dad, they only just got here!’ Pleaded Wally.
‘Maybe they can come again one day, but we can’t let anyone know I left the hatch opened again otherwise I’ll be fired.’ William said quietly for he was embarrassed.
‘Fine.’ Groaned Wally.
William looked at Claire and Chris.
‘Please don’t tell anyone.’ He said.
‘We won’t William.’ Promised Chris with a smile.
‘I might.’ Claire said.
‘Come on Claire, give William a break.’ Chris said.
William looked at Claire.
‘Fine. I was only joking.’ Mumbled Claire.
‘Thank you guys.’ William said gratefully.
‘Go get the slingshot Wally.’ William said.
‘Yes Dad.’ Wally said professionally.
The children looked at each other.
‘A slingshot?’ Lillie said, frightened.
‘They probably don’t mean a real slingshot, Lillie.’ Luke replied reassuringly.
‘You don’t know that.’ Michael said to Luke.
‘No, I don’t.’ Luke answered.
Luke was wrong. It was a giant slingshot. It was safer though and it looked different.
‘It is a real slingshot!’ Michael said.
‘Just think of it as a ride at the theme parks and carnivals.’ Luke said nervously.
They all got in the slingshot’. It was a cool machine. They got into a cart like the ones on a roller coaster and put their seatbelts on.
‘Wally, you go with them. Remember the plan.’ Instructed William.
‘Yes Dad.’ Wally said.
Wally got in the slingshot too.
‘Is this safe?’ Luke asked Wally.
‘Maybe.’ Wally replied with a wink.
‘Ready, set…FIRE!!!’ William yelled.
He let go of a lever and away they went.
‘AHHHHH!’ The children screamed.
Wally had done this before and he was smiling. He knew it was safe. It was safer than lying in your soft bed. If this wasn’t in this strange world called Htrae it would NOT have been safe and you’d be lucky to come out of it alive but luckily for them it was in Htrae.
‘AHHHHH!! MY BOOT!!’ Yelled Michael as his boot flung off because they were going at such a fast speed. Now you could see his sock and he had a hole in one toe.
‘I THOUGHT MUM TOLD YOU TO THROW THOSE SOCKS OUT!’ Luke yelled.
‘I LIKE THEM TOO MUCH!! THER’YE MY FAVOURITE PAIR!!’ Michael shouted back.
Luke shook his head, well at least tried to. Michael’s boot plummeted to the ground and hit William on the head.
‘That’s what you get for leaving the hatch open! Haha!’ Claire laughed.
After a long time of flying through the air, the children and Wally flung out of the hole and landed on the soft green moss.
‘Wow! That was extraordinary!’ Lillie said.
‘It truly was.’ Replied the boys.
They looked at themselves in the creek.
‘Mum’s going to be furious when she sees our hair and clothes like this.’ Michael said.
Their hair looked crazy and their clothes were dirty.
The children suddenly remembered Wally. They looked at him. He had some sort of machine in his hand.
‘It was lovely meeting you humans, goodbye.’ Wally said.
He had erased their memory of Htrae and everything that had happened there. Then he quickly jumped down the hole and when he landed his Dad shut the hatch at lightning speed.
The children stood there for a couple of minutes blinded by the light of the strange machine. They were a bit confused but quickly shook the feeling away.
‘We best be getting back home. Our clothes are so dirty! I don’t know why. All we’ve been doing is climbing trees.’ Luke said wiping off some dirt from his clothes.
‘Hey, look!’ Lillie said.
‘It’s an upside-down boot!’ Luke said, astonished.
‘Hey, that’s my boot, I recognise it from the pattern on the bottom!’ Michael said, surprised.
‘And I’m missing my boot.’ Michael then added.
‘I thought Mum told you to throw those socks out!’ Luke said for the second time but of course, he didn’t know since Wally had made them forget.
‘I like them too much! They’re my favourite pair!’ Michael said.
Luke shook his head.
Lillie noticed something about the boot…
‘How come that boot’s upside down…’
Never tell by Lucy Breen
‘If you really want to know, I’ll tell you. But, I suggest you never tell anyone.’ No-one would believe you.’
Once there was a wild girl with long red hair, and freckles sprinkled all over her face, making her bright blue eyes shine even more. She had an unusual name, Friday. But that wasn’t the only reason why she was different. She had a wild imagination, full of creativity and fantasy. She loved the outdoors, from the beach to the bush, and that is where our story begins.
‘Friday, Harry, we’re here!’ Mum shouted, slamming the car door behind her. Friday jumped out of the car, they were finally here. In the bush, she could hear the squelch of mud coming from underneath her little sister’s sneakers. She could hear the rocks crackle underneath her own. She took in the scene around her, the trees were so tall, it looked like they reached all the way up to the sky. Fresh Eucalyptus trees swaying in the breeze, gum nuts falling off now and then. But the best bit was the fresh air, Friday breathed in the fresh crisp air of the thick bush.
‘All right, we’re just going to go up to the next hill, because then I have a meeting. Friday and Harry, please don’t go too fast. Your sister is still getting the hang of walking on the rough path of the bush.’ Mum said sternly to Friday.
Elsie, Friday’s sister, was two-years-old, and like Friday was, a very clever outdoors baby. She could walk easily up and down the bush track, but they still had to be mindful. She had quite a lot of hair for a baby, and the curls were all the way down to her neck, and like her sister, her eyes were a sparkling blue. Harry was Friday’s nine-year-old brother. He was also a very outdoors person, and liked bike riding and camping most of all. Harry, like Friday, had lots of freckles and fire like hair, but unlike Friday, he had green eyes. Friday, was the eldest, as she was 11.
‘I’ll race you to that big gum tree over there!’ Harry cried, smirking at Friday.
‘Game on!’ Friday shouted, determinedly.
‘Ready set, go!’
The two siblings sprinted to the gum tree, rocks crackling underneath their feet. Friday reached out to touch the tree, and Harry put out his leg, to kick the tree. It was hard to tell who got there first.
‘Tie!!’ Friday exclaimed.
‘No!’ Said Harry with frustration. ‘I hate ties!’
‘Me too,’ said Friday, also annoyed.
‘Friday! Harry! Elsie’s trying to catch up to you. Can you please slow down?’ Mrs Anderson called out. Before Friday could reply, she heard a crackle close by, someone walking on the track.
It couldn’t be Harry, he’s running back to the others. It can’t be Mum or Dad, they’re too far away. These sound close, Friday thought.
It wouldn’t be mysterious if it was just another walker or runner, but Friday couldn’t see anyone, and I can tell you, this thing, or person, was DEFINITELY no ordinary person out for some exercise.
Friday followed the footsteps, around the old gum tree, and heard shuffling from behind a bush…
‘Hello?’ Friday asked curiously. She paused…nothing then…
‘Click go the shears, boys!’ The voice sang. It sounded friendly and old. Friday had never heard the song before, it sounded like something her Grandpa might sing.
Friday peaked around the bush, and saw a man in his early 50s, he wore old fashioned clothes, an old long-sleeved shirt, which looked pretty worn out. He had long trousers and was carrying what looked like a swag. He had a bushy brown beard and his eyes were a twinkling hazel. He wore an old hat, even more worn out than his shirt. He looked like he had stepped out of a black and white movie and he looked friendly. Friday’s curiosity was ignited, she had many questions.
‘Hello?’ Friday repeated.
The old man spun around and gazed at the 11-year-old.
‘What in the world are you wearing?’ The old man looked down at Friday’s puffer jacket. ‘You look like an inflated wombat!’ Friday tried not to laugh at the old man, as she didn’t think it would be the best impression. Even if she did, she was too bewildered. How did this man not know what a puffer jacket was? They came out in 1999, last century! Friday thought. But she tried to be as polite as she possibly could.
‘It’s called a puffer jacket, they came out in 1999.’ Friday said kindly to the old man.
‘1999!?’ Friday noticed an excited glint in his eye. He looked at Friday. ‘Are you playing a game?’
Friday looked around as if there was a board game somewhere.
‘No,’ Friday said, confused.
The man stood there for a minute, then started shouting as if he had discovered the first piece of gold in history. ‘IT WORKED!!! IT REALLY WORKED!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!’ Friday stood on the crackling rocks, a bit concerned about the man standing in front of her.
‘Are you ok?’ Friday asked.
‘Better than ok!! I can’t believe it!’
Friday had a long hard look at the man. But she was suddenly interrupted by the sound of her Dad.
‘Friday, time to head back now, Mum has a meeting, and I still need to update the computer!’
Friday turned around at the sound of her father’s voice, and she waved goodbye to the man, but the man was frowning at Mr Anderson’s words. As if the words were confusing to him. Friday turned back and stumbled past the bush until she came to the old gum tree. Then she ran back to her family, the rocks crackling beneath her. The Andersons walked back down to the car, all unaware of the unusual man watching them from behind an old gum tree.
‘Friday, remember you need to finish your homework when we get back,’
But Friday didn’t hear either of her parents as their family car rode smoothly down the road. She was thinking about the friendly but mysterious man. Why was he so surprised about my puffer jacket? What did he mean when he said ‘it worked’? Friday thought long and hard. She couldn’t shake him from her mind.
The next morning was a school day, so Friday woke up early, and started to walk up to school. Again, she started to think about the old fashioned, friendly man. There was definitely something odd about him. Ding dong! Ding dong! The school bell continued to ring as Friday opened the school doors, the bell echoing through the halls.
Throughout the school day, Friday kept drifting off into her own world of imagination and thought up all kinds of crazy stories about the mysterious man. After lunch was history, so as Friday came to the history room, she sat at a desk near the window, which was her favourite spot. ‘Okay, class, get out your books and iPads,’ Mrs Blackwell told the class. There was a shuffling noise throughout the room as everyone got out their books. ‘Today we will be researching the Gold Rush. A very important event in Australian history. It started in 1851. You will be researching on your iPads, and taking notes in your books. The Gold Rush took place in New South Wales. It started when one person found some gold, and then others began to search and a boom began. Migrants rushed to Australia from all over the world to find the gold. Obviously you will need to do further research. Any questions?’
No one put up their hand. ‘Alright, you may start then,’ Mrs Blackwell finished her instructions and began to circulate the classroom.
Friday got to work. The Gold Rush was interesting and Friday enjoyed researching it. Next week they had to make a poster and Friday couldn’t wait. Halfway through her research, Mrs Blackwell set an additional task. The task was; ‘How were the Gold Rush years different? For example, what were their houses like?’ Friday wanted to focus on the clothing of the time, compared to contemporary clothing. She did some research and then clicked on images so she could see for herself. Finally, she came to a good website with lots of helpful pictures. Friday stared long and hard at the website page. ‘Is it really true? Is that really?…’ Yes, it was the mysterious man was staring right back at her on the screen.
Friday ran as fast as she could, panting as her legs burned with tiredness. Her hair tied tightly back into two plaits, flapping wildly behind her. Finally, she reached the rocky gravel track, where she had last seen the mysterious man, hoping desperately to find him. She ran up to the old gum tree, where she and Harry had raced to the other day. She peered behind the bush and saw him. She breathed out a big sigh of relief.
‘Excuse me,’ Friday said, trying not to startle the old man. ‘Hello? I saw you yesterday if you remember?’ Then, Friday noticed something behind the man, a bright strike of blue, and saw some words painted in a bright yellow, reading, TIME TR- Hurriedly, he covered it up, so Friday couldn’t see.
‘I’m quite busy, so if you don’t mind-’ the man started.
Friday saw him fiddling, with this strange machine. She was curious. ‘Can I help you?’ Friday interrupted.
‘I’m Friday Anderson.’
‘Look, I don’t have time to stay and chat. I need to go…’ the man stopped for a moment. ‘Never mind.’
‘Well, I can help. Wherever you’re going, from the Gold Rush to World War 2, I’ve had a lot of history lessons. But of course you wouldn’t be going there. You’d have to be time travelling or…’ This time, it was Friday’s turn to pause for a moment. Is he time travelling? She thought.
‘Did you say Gold Rush?’ Then he let out a great big sigh. ‘If you really want to know, I’ll tell you. But I suggest you never tell anyone.’ The man sighed.
Friday nodded solemnly, and sat down on a log beside the gentle man, about to hear the story that would change her thoughts about the world forever. But of course, she would never tell.
Friday was walking yet again to the bush track. She knew the old man wouldn’t be there, but still she walked slowly down to the track. Was it true? Or was this all a dream?
‘At least it explains why he didn’t know what a puffer jacket was,’ Friday thought.
At last she came to a stop, she had reached the track. She raced up the hill to the old gum tree and sat on the log that she and her strange friend had once sat on. Suddenly something caught her eye, it was an old boot stuck upside down in the track.
It looked identical to the old fashioned boots the mysterious man had once worn. She smiled. She definitely knew what to do on her poster for history class.