1000m Sprint Race

As the wind twirled and swirled around, 3 annoying people were bursting with fury at their worst argument ever!  Their names were Mr Shark, Herbet and Santa.  But one thing making them dream was Paris, Paris was awesome.  A trip to the French city and the prize of the race.  They stood at the start, all they could think about was Paris.  Mr Shark dreamed about about owning a massive place in Paris.  Herbet dreamed about owning a glorious mansion in Paris.  Santa dreamed about swimming in a pool all day long in Paris, but to get there they needed to win a 1000m sprint race.

“All competitors, get ready for this race,” said the judge.

“You guy aren’t going to win the race to Paris,” shouted Mr Shark.

“You shush,” said Herbert.  “Wait, who is that?”  It was a guy in a decorated, white limousine, he wore a smart suit and Addidas football boots shoes as he got out.

“I will win this race,” he replied, with his smart voice.

“On your marks…” Santa threw two cookies at Mr Shark and Herbert.

“Hey, what was that for?” questioned Herbert and Mr Shark.

“Get set…” shouted the judge.

“Sorry guys,” whispered Santa.

“GO!” screamed the judge.

“Why did you chuck the cookies at us?” screamed Herbert.

“I am sorry,” bellowed Santa.

“I said why?!” shouted Herbert.

“Guys, where is everyone else?” whispered Mr Shark.

“Shush you…”

“Yeah, where is everyone else?” said Santa.

“D-d-d-d-d-did the race start?” asked a frightened Mr Shark.

“NOOOOOOO!!!”

This did not go well.  They all started the race, not feeling happy.

“Your fault Santa,” said Herbert angrily.

“Yeah, your fault,” Mr Shark replied furiously.

“I said sorry,” Santa answered.

They all ran 100m until Herbert had a plan that would work.  “Santa you get your reindeers and I’ll get my magic wand.  We’re going to cheat.”  Santa heard and did exactly what Herbert said, ready to cheat.

As Herbert, Santa and Mr Shark were zooming and sprinting everywhere, Herbert and Santa had their chance.  “See you later Mr Shark,” laughed Herbert.

“Yeah, see ya,” snickered Santa.

Herbert and Santa zoomed all over the place with their magic wands and reindeers.  They all ran 500m while Mr Shark was struggling at 300m running and panting like cheetahs losing their prey, when he saw Herbert and Santa on 700m, he had a plan.  He had a bow and arrow, ready to shoot.  He lifted it high, pointing it in Santa’s direction.  As he shot, Santa was doodling around with his reindeers calling them cute.  “You cute reindeers, you look so, wait what was that?”

There was a bang.  A loud bang that smashed and killed all the reindeers, that made Santa down.  Mr Shark did the same to Herbert and now he was down.  At the end of the race Mr Shark ran and ran until he smashed passed the finish line, wait a second, where was the trophy?

“NOOOOOO!” Mr Shark did not like what he saw.

Minhan