“Shush, no talking,” growled Mr Goodwin as he was walking around the tent with a flashlight. I could hear my next door neighbours chit-chatting as I was trying to go to sleep.
I could hear crickets singing. The wind was blowing on the tent and howling through the trees. I snuggled in my blankets and I tried to go to sleep. 
You had some really good ideas for this piece of writing Faith. Great work.
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