from this morning's class. 

10 mins. using words of only ONE syllable.

It was a cold dawn. He stood at the top of the hill and stared at the lake.  A duck dove for food over and over. The trees still held some dark, some night. A loud crack (a gun? an axe? a branch?) came from the far side of the lake. He thought of fresh cut wood, of an old gun he'd had, of a tree branch on a roof.  There was a shout - a man's voice - loud, sharp, then gone. The mist on the lake stood in clumps then it was gone - just like that. The sun rose to sit on the tops of the trees - hot, bright but still the trees held their dark, held their cold.  A yawn, a stretch and then he dove straight down to the dark, the cold of the lake.  He swam, he dove, he swam and came up on the far side.  He saw no man, no gun, no axe, no branch. There was sun, trees, the lake, that was all. 

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