Lune et lature

 It was a gloomy night and a little girl with hair as red as a ripe apple was struggling to pull her bucket from an old well. A flash of light caught her attention. The little girl Clare was scared as the owls hooted around her. As she pulled her red hair back Clare saw the glooming moon. Wait, she thought it looked like a eye!

Clare carried on pulling her bucket from the well. A flash of light made Clare turn back around the moon was gone. All it left was was lingering grey smoke.

Suddenly a big eye swooped down near Clare causing her to scream loudly in fright. This caused the Eye to back away nervously. The eye or whatever it was panicked and before you could say wait. It swooshed away. After a moment the eye must have felt brave enough so it peeped up. You could faintly see the eyes ghostly outline. The eye became more distinct as it shimmered in the darkness of the night.

The eye took a deep breath in and out which made Clare tumble back. Its breath made sparkling dust float around Clare as she watched in awe. Clare looked back at the eye who was shimmering.

Suddenly the eye swooped up close and picked up a fence that was close by. As Clare watched in wonder, the eye clinked the fence like a wind chime. Then the eye picked up Clare with its big hands and moved her out of the way. He picked up the bucket out of the well and gave it to Clare.

Clare watched in amazement as he floated into the night sky. In the bucket on the water was the eyes reflection. Clare smiled as she knew she had made a friend.