It was a wild night.

“W…w…what if the mum doesn’t come back” mumbled my sister, Libby.

“She probably will it’s a little bit of wind” I reassured Libby

“B..b.. but the ferocious wind could do anything”

“Stop moaning, you’re acting like a two year old” I sighed.

Gazing out the window, I watched the breeze dangerously knock trees down. Hiding the sight of the wind, I shut the curtain so Libby would stop being apprehensive. Leaping onto the sofa, I cuddled up with Libby and we wrapped ourselves with Libby’s favourite cosy blanket and waited for any sign of mum…