In the days of old there was a tall, stone lighthouse.The freezing, icy sea was in a constant battle with the steep, precipitous cliff.There was an old lighthouse keeper who lived in the lighthouse.The bright, flourescent light shone through the dark, murky fog.
The lighthouse was located above some sharp, jagged rocks on a cliff.The towering lighthouse, was above a jolly-jam packed village.The people in the pub always cheered when the the light went past.The lighthouse keeper was always worried a ship would crash on the rocks.He was writing a letter, but he kept on getting put off by the villagers cheers.
Suddenly there was a loud noise and the room was plunged into darkness.Then the window pane swung in and the candle went out.Worried, distressed, concerned, he swiftly ran up the spiral staircase to sort out the problem.Just when he was examining the damaged light he heard a honk in the distance.”Honk!Honk!”A ship was heading for the rocks.The lighthouse keeper picked up the light and started to move when he fell over his work box.The light shattered, sending fragments everywhere!The ship was edging closer and closer…
The lighthouse keeper got up and saw the mess.He turned around and ran back down the spiral staircase to the door.He yanked open the door and had a shock.All the villagers had came to help him.Coming back to himself, the startled lighthouse keeper got his lantern and took the villagers to the lighthouse’s floors.
The ship sailed on, but noticed the light from the villagers lanterns.The lighthouse keeper, who was standing with the villagers, was relieved since the ship hadn’t crashed.He let out a sigh of relief.The ship hand’t crashed.