There was once a lighthouse which looked over many towns and cities, but the nearest city was Holyhead [in Wales] and some people in a party were cheering every time the light passed by.It was a dull, dark winters evening. In the lighthouse, there was a keeper. The loud, noisy crowd outside provoked the keeper.
The old,stone lighthouse was built on a cliff with water, splashing onto it The elderly man wrote a messy, untidy letter. He was so irritated by the racket that he slammed the little window squeezed into the wall, shut.
Suddenly he heard a deafening crash, the candle went out, the window flew open and the light stopped wring. Immediately the people in the party stopped cheering. When the ,the man got up to check out the noise, he tripped over the chair and waddled over to the stairs. He grabbed his toolkit and sprinted up the spiral staircase. At the peak of the lighthouse, he heard a noise, it was a ship. Scared, anxious, terrified he lifted up the ball. As he stepped backwards and tripped over his toolkit which was left on the floor behind him and the ball shattered into a million pieces, sending fragments of glass asunder. A worried look crossed his face as the ship was edging nearer. The guard ran swiftly down the stairs, although he sounded like an elephant bombarding a building.
When the keeper looked through the door a pleasure met his eyes, all the villagers had brought their lanterns, so the ship was led safely away from the jagged rocks. Delighted, pleased, satisfied the guard scampered back into the lighthouse with a smile on his face for once.
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