Week #31 - Sophia

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The Whomping Willow is not a tree that you may like. Some people hate it and most fear it. Do you want to know why people feel these emotions? Then let me tell you. The Whomping Willow does not like being touched, if you dared touch one of its thorny branches, it will grab you and swing you around. It can spin around which makes it even more dangerous. The Whomping Willow has a big hole at the bottom of its trunk. Some people think the tree puts humans in there as punishment but it’s only a myth.
‘Now, AAAAHHHHH’     

Comments

  1. Jiping3 May 2020 at 15:10

    Sophia,
    Good job! Clear description on the "tree-like" stuff. Keep on writing!
    J. (100wc.net)

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