“There we go” Josh said, as lighting stove.

We had to use gas. There was no electricity, because Josh and I (my brother) lived in Point D Avignon. In a little cave under the bridge josh’s dad and I died in World War 2 and our mother left us all alone. Josh got out the fry pan and put it on the stove, as he threw the fish on the fry pan, he heard something big, in the Rhone River and it made a big splash, the splash was as big as a whale’s splash. “What is that?!” I cried.