Narrative Writing 17/11/16

   I met a little creature on the tip of the keeper's hand. The beige coloured seeds being nibbled into their tiny mouths. The animals camouflaged among  the walls of moss, moving around you could see a flash of red on top of their head as if they were printed on them. The smell caused by the turtles was AWFUL! It smelt as if i was drowning in a pool of vomit. I didn’t feel too good with the birds staring at me like a hawk. I could hear them chirping. I felt pleased that we were leaving the nest.