Once upon a time lived a old man who owned a lighthouse. Standing above the village , the lighthouse shined it’s shimmering bright light. One gloomy afternoon he started to write a letter , he got annoyed with the villager’s , so slammed his window shut. Suddenly the light in the lighthouse went out and the window swung open it’s self , the candle went out by the wind. Worried , distressed , troubled , the old man hurried up the spiral stairs to see what happened. Running up the stairs , he investigated the room where the light to the lighthouse was. He paused for a moment , then took his tool box to try to fix it.
He looked inside , the light bulb was , so he took it out of the holder. Just then he tripped over his tool box and the light shattered into tiny pieces. A ship came in so did the waves crashing and bashing into the daggered rocks. The man started to worry more and more , he looked out at the village and knew what he needed to do. The old man raced down the stairs and opened the door. He saw the villagers as they stumbled up the cliff to see what they could do to help. They were also carrying lanterns. As the man was so suprised and shocked he nearly started to cry. All of the lanterns made a bright light that looked like the real light. The ship saw this big bright light and turned away quickly. They were so glad and happy. The End.