Rounders

by Rivern aged 10

The bat is my sword
Bang! The tennis ball makes the sound of thunder as it flies miles
I hit the ball but trip and fall
I was boiling as the sun’s rays burnt my skin
Bounce, bounce, bounce goes the ball as it hits the floor
Bowling balls to batters
The bat slaps the ball
I run like lightning around the corners

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