By: Rose Storey

I had a friend

His name was Clen

He had a hen

Who escaped from his den.

He asked help from the men

“Have you seen Gwen the hen?”

They all shook their heads

Then went back to their beds.

We decided to check the Flowerbeds,

Then we went to the Riverbeds.

But Clen had some bread

So we made a trail for the hen

We hid behind a tree

While we ate our cheese

We were on our knees

Then we Freezed!

We heard a noise

Then we ran with joy

That our trail had worked

And Gwen the Hen was back!