Once there was a tatty, old ,cracked lighthouse that sat on a steap , cold and stoney cliff. In the cracked and old lighthouse lived a grumpy old man. Beneath the cliff was the pitch black water crashing against the shocking sharp rocks. the golden eye blinding light shone out of the light house.
Starteled, consurnded, confused when he heard the noise.He ran up the cold spiral stairs as he did that he slipted and fell on his cold and boney bum. The grumpy man kept running till he got to the top. When he got to the top he picked the bulb up and tripped over his tool box. the man smashed the bulb into tiny pieces.
Sudenly the old man saw the people from the town coming towards him.The town people were coming towards him they were holding lanterns. The grumpy old man wasnt a grumpy old man any more he was a happy old man.