My Aunts House Story

The paint was pealing of and flapping with the slightest touch. The noise of the city vanished into thin air as the steep stairs got higher and higher. If you lissind at Apartment 5 you could here a jumble of animal calls from far and wide and see butterflies flying through the cracks of the door. At Apartment 9 the plants were sprouting, blooming, growing and twisting in beautiful coloring of Nature. But in my Aunt's Apartment there are none of these. Because my Aunt lives in a swimming pool. The Apartment is full a inflatable bed witch she blows up every day. The straw hatched roof was always fresh and light brown. The crystal blue water was allways nice and clean.