One bright day my brother and I where in the park having a kick about. It was windy and hot you could hear the trees blowing,leaves were crunching. The air smelt like freshly cut grass. Then we heard the    hypnotic tune of a ice cream truck. We went up to get some ice cream then we saw a homeless guy or so we thought. We saw him begging then our mum invited him home for dinner. He was different he had a (wizards hat) a crocked nose,cross eyes,a bent jaw, three chins and toes sticking out of his shoes and he  strangely smelled like flowers. When we got home we left in the big front room were there was a massive fan blowing the cream courtains. When we came back he was gone on it said in these lines reapeat after me. 123 come and rescue me. We were all teleported to some island it had banners up saying no freedom, it was a prison a torture prison I am still alive today but my mother and brother never made it