THE FEROCIOUS QUEST!

The air was thin, my throat thirst for a drop of water as I climbed the tremendous mountain of Kilimanjaro in Tanzania. I clambered on and on persevering while my weak-like legs were about to fall off. Suddenly, I thought I caught a glimpse of shimmering golden syrup topped onto a hundred pancakes. My mouth hung open like a car hanging off a disorientated cliff. But then, as my head hit the rocky cliff, I realised, I was hallucinating..... but the ferocious wind blew me off and I was scared. I was left alone. On a cliffhanger