Another stunning example of descriptive writing from Matai…..
There was a knock at the door. “Knock, knock.”
I heard a voice, a kind of friendly voice.
“Hello, is someone there?” There, as I opened the door, I saw a small cat with a suitcase.
He took off his jacket and his fur poofed into a mess of orange and grey that sparkled in the sun. Big, blue eyes look that look like they have been cleaned and polished with Mr Muscle. As he turned around I noticed his tail was absent.
“I’m here to stay with my uncle, your cat Jack.”
“What?” I said mystified.
“I’m hiding from the police,” he said grumpily, “that’s why I’m here.”
By Paige-Mae Backhouse-Smith