Write a short story based on the pictures below in not less than 100 words.

One weekend, my parents decided to bring my brother and I to the recreational jungle.
We were very excited as we had not been there before. My brother and I talked about all
the bears, tigers and reindeer we were going to see. We really thought that a recreational
jungle was like any other jungle.

When we arrived, we dashed into the jungle, wanting to explore its length and breadth. We obediently
followed our parents at first but found it boring. Just then, a rabbit rushed out. I screamed in delight and ran
after it. My brother followed quickly behind. We kept running, always keeping our eyes on the rabbit. The
rabbit got tired of running and decided to hide in its burrow.

It was only then that we realized that we did not know where we were. The trees looked unfamiliar and
there were no more jungle paths for us to follow. We were scared as we realized that we were lost. Night
was approaching and the hooting of the owl sent shivers down our spines. I began to cry as I was
feeling tired, hungry and sleepy. My brother comforted me by letting me sleep on his lap. I soon fell asleep
dreaming of bears waiting to eat me up.

Suddenly, I woke up. My brother was shaking me and telling them to get up. We could hear voices coming
our way ! We shouted with all our might that we were lost. We soon saw beams of light from countless
torches. Then we heard our parents' voices. We were safe! My brother and I ran to our parents and
embraced them emotionally. We were so happy to see them again that we vowed we never wanted to be
separated from them ever again.

burrow a hole in the ground dug by an animal such as a rabbit,

especially to live in

send shivers down sb's

to make someone feel very frightened
spines

vow to make a determined decision

An unforgettable experience

Carrying a passenger on a bicycle is an offence punishable by law. Everyone knows that

but still some of us do it.

I had done it many times before until something happened to teach me never to do it
again. It was not the police. Rather it was an unforgettable, and unpleasant, experience.

It happened one evening when my friend Segaran and I wanted to go and visit another
friend who lived some distance away. I had a bicycle. Segaran did not. So, as usual, he sat
side-saddle on the horizontal bar of the bicycle while I pedalled. We had done it many
times before, so it should not be any problem.

Near my friend's house, we got onto a gravel path made slippery by the recent rain. Still
we managed to wobble along, thoroughly enjoying the rough ride.

As we passed by a stream, I made the mistake of going too near the bank. The rain had
softened the soil and it could not hold our combined weight. One moment we were going
along merrily, the next we were tumbling head over heels into the stream as the bank
gave way beneath us.

Splash! Splash! Splash! We plunged into the river bicycle first, followed by Segaran, then
me. Normally the stream is only a few centimetres deep with clear water. When we fell
in, it was a metre deep with foul black water. The water prevented us from getting badly
injured but we also had to pay the price of gulping some of it. It tasted horrible. Segaran
got the worst of it for being sandwiched between the bicycle and me, but it was not too
bad. We had only a few cuts and bruises. Our pride was far more hurt.

We retrieved ourselves and the bicycle from the stream. We were both dirty and soaking
wet. Obviously we were in no condition to visit anyone. So we decided to go home.

We walked all the way home. I had to push the bicycle because its front wheel was bent
out of shape. From that moment I vowed never to carry anyone on a bicycle again. Never
again do I want to be dirty and wet with cuts and bruises all over my body. Once was
enough.

gravel small rounded stones, often mixed with sand

wobble shake or move from side to side in a way that shows a lack
of balance

tumble to fall quickly without control

A Journey by Car

My father bought a new car one day. We were all very excited. He promised to take us to
Melaka to visit my grandparents the coming Sunday.

Sunday morning was bright and breezy. We hopped into the brand new car and soon we
were heading out of Petaling Jaya towards the expressway. My mother sat in the front
passenger seat while my father drove. I sat behind with my younger sister.

As it was Sunday the roads were not very busy. Soon we were on the expressway
travelling at a leisurely pace. My father is a careful driver and he does not drive too fast
or dangerously. This proved to be good for there was a speed-trap manned by the police
along the expressway. I saw some cars stopped by the police. They had obviously been
speeding.

Driving along the expressway tend to be monotonous. I actually fell asleep once we
passed Seremban.

When I awoke, we were already at the Ayer Keroh toll gate. My father paid the toll and
steered the car towards Melaka Town. On the way we passed many interesting sights. My
father promised to stop by on our way home. We had to visit our grandparents first.

We left Ayer Keroh and all its factories behind as we journeyed into the town itself. Like
all towns, there were many cars and other vehicles. Also there were many tourists.
Melaka has many places of historical interest and thus this was not surprising.

Finally we arrived at my grandparents' house in Klebang Besar. The journey had taken
about two hours. We stepped out of the car. My grandparents greeted us happily.

expressway a wide road built for fast moving traffic travelling long
distances, with a limited number of points at which drivers
can enter and leave it

monotonous staying the same and not changing and therefore boring

stop by to visit someone brief, usually on the way to another place

A Picnic by the Sea

Teluk Kemang is about 12 kilometres from Port Dickson town in Negeri Sembilan. It is a
popular beach where many people go to and relax on.
It was on one of the days of the Chinese New Year holidays that we had a picnic at Teluk
Kemang. I went there with my uncle and his family. There were five of us, my uncle, his
wife, their two young children and me. My uncle drove us there in his car.

We arrived there at about ten in the morning. The beach was already crowded with other
holiday-makers. Anyhow we managed to get a place in the shade of a large tree and we
put our things there. My aunt laid out a mat for us to sit on.

In double-quick time we were enjoying ourselves in the sea, except my aunt. She just sat
on the mat watching us.

The water was cool and refreshing and I loved splashing it on my cousins. However the
hot sun above can be quite uncomfortable. So after about an hour or so, my uncle told us
to sit in the shade for a while. The sun was getting increasingly hot. So we reluctantly
came out of the sea.

In the shade of some trees we built some sandcastles.

Time passed so quickly. Soon we heard my aunt calling us to have lunch. We ran to her
and helped ourselves to the delicious curry she had brought. Then we had several glasses
of ice-cold drink from the Thermos flask.

After lunch we played a while more in the sea. The sun was just too hot. So we walked
over to one of the hotels nearby and washed ourselves with clean freshwater.

When we returned, my aunt had already packed everything in the car. So all of us got into
the car and my uncle drove us back home to Seremban.

lay out to arrange something on a flat surface

mat a small piece of cloth

In double quick time very quickly

A Nightmare
"Don't eat just before going to bed !" my mother used to tell me. "You might get a
nightmare." How right she was. I never believed her until it happened to me.

It was on a night when I felt hungry just as I was about to go to bed. So I made myself a
peanut-butter sandwich and a large cold glass of milk. After consuming them I went to
bed.

Soon I drifted off into a troubled sleep. I dreamt that I was with a group of people
looking for an old woman. I was not sure why we were looking for her but we all seemed
afraid of her. Somehow we had to find her. So there I was, searching high and low for
her in frightful places I had never been before. Sometimes I seemed to be flying while at
other times I seemed unable to move. The whole atmosphere was one of fear, like a
dreadful horror-movie in which I was a victim.

After some searching I entered a darkened room and saw a figure sleeping on a bed. As I
got nearer the figure suddenly threw away the blanket, got up and stared at me. It was an
ugly old woman with shiny golden teeth. She raised her claw-like fingers and walked
towards me.

I wanted to run but was unable to. I tried to scream but found that I could not. In horror I
struggled and struggled to get away from the frightful woman.

The next moment I gave a muffled yell and found myself panting on my bed. My
goodness, what a horrible nightmare it was! For a minute or so I lay on my bed not daring
to close my eyes for fear of falling asleep again and continuing the nightmare. Then I sat
up on my bed until the horrible feeling passed. From then on I never eat just before going
to sleep.

drift off to gradually start to sleep

search high and low search everywhere for something

muffled a quiet and less clear sound