Contributed by Martyn Green Coordinator, Baywater Anglers

My dad was working on the car. He dropped a nut and it rolled away. “Can you find that nut please Carole?” He asked. I said “Yes Dad” and went to find it.

“It may have fallen down a deep, dark hole,” I said to myself. “I know! I will go and get a rope, a torch and my cat, Emma. Then we will climb down the rope and into the deep, dark hole.”

The deep, dark hole led into a long, dark tunnel. Emma and I began to look for the nut. “You look round here. I’ll look just there. That nut is down here, somewhere!”

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While we were in the long, dark tunnel it began to rain. It rained a little at first. Then it rained a little bit more. Then it rained a lot! The water poured into the tunnel. Emma and I were swept away by the flood.