Log cabin

Log cabin

There I was standing on the straight biscuit brown path that lead to a dark gloomy forest. The path was covered in little stones and little leaves. As I was walking I felt brave. In the forest I could see twisted trees, heavy rocks and prickly trees. In the distance I could see a crack of sunshine. Each step I took I could hear the crunching Sounds of the leaves.

As I walked further in the forest I Saw a dirty, rusty and old log cabin. Around the log cabin all I could see was tall and short curved trees. The cabin looked unsafe and abandoned. I made my way to the front door and opened it…