The Fire
By Max I
I'm worried. There's a bushfire coming and I'm a baby koala. I've got no fur and I don't open my eyes.
All I can do is listen for the bushfire.
The fire arrives, Mum grabs me. She goes as fast as she can go, but still very slow.
The bushfire ends, my Mum, Dad and my friends die.
The trees are burnt. I'm on my own, but I survive.