Cross Country was exciting. Mr Excell clapped the clappers at the starting line. They sounded like a clap. We felt nervous. We ran fast around the grass paddock and through a prickle patch. We followed the sheep tracks through the prickle patch. It felt prickly, ouch! We jumped high over the hay bales. We sprinted to the finish line. When we crossed the finish line we got a juicy mandarin to eat. Cross Country was the best!
