We were having a lovely family barbecue, when sirens started up. But they weren’t police, ambulance, or fire engine sirens. The sirens were tsunami sirens. Although in our family when we are having a good family time things don’t bring us down that easily. So we pulled the little old boat out of the shed, into the middle of the road. We took lots of tries to get the whole family in but we eventually got there. The Tsunami was taking ages to come in and sweep us away. So long that we thought it was just a practice evacuation that nobody got told about. Then suddenly “WHOOSH” a big wave came and lifted us off the ground. Dad started paddling and grandpa was taking photos of grandma which he could paint. Grandma loved getting pictures of herself and getting them painted, that’s why she married grandpa she says. My little sister started feeding her lollipop to a crocodile and I sat there watching her as she laughed and kept on pulling it away from it when it was about to snap it’s jaw down on it. My Mum was feeding my little baby brother. Then Dad shouted “pirate bottle” that gave grandma such a fright that she screamed and almost fell in. Dad swung his hand round and grabbed it. He gave it to me to keep a good hold on. I turned around and in the water I saw something lurking around. I thought it was a puffa fish, but then I realised that it would not of came in onto shore in a tsunami. To me it looked rather odd and I wondered to myself what could it be. It kept on bobbing up and down. The siren had turned off now. I whispered to Dad “ what do you think that could be”. He pretended to look back, then he kept on humming his tunes. I knew that he didn’t see it but I also knew that if I asked him again in a whisper he will just pretend again.
