HOT AIR BALLOON



"A BALLOON"

                 Story by Fajer      

It was a hot summer morning July 15 1992

"COMING DOWN"

WE ARE OUT OF PROPANE

  I was just finishing with the camp dishes when our friend. Steve Conklin drove up  the dusty road to finish building our cookhouse. He stopped and was talking to my grandpa when all of a sudden, we heard a noise. Grandpa stood up and announced that a dragon was paying us a visit. There was a great whooshing noise as if a dragon was breathing and blowing flames and smoke. We all looked all around trying to figure out what the noise was. We ran to the top of the hill and we could see the hot air balloon floating down.  It was a navy blue and cream colored huge balloon, the people waved to us and asked if they could land in our pasture and we replied "OK".      


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WE ARE UP HERE



After we agreed they could land they started lowering the large object and were successful. Grandma gave permission to go down, when I saw the sheep in the field, they were running in panic seeing this strage monster coming down and their solid backs packed so close together looked like a smooth rolling ocean. When I met the people, they presented themselves, they were from England and France but they really came from Coloma in the balloon. The aroma of the propane had become more and more distinctive, and I questioned them about it. Their answer was clear once they had told me that they ran out of propane.

They got the air out by tearing open the top of the balloon and got it all folded up. The  man  thanked my grandparents and then talked for awhile, as most grownups do. The people said their goodbyes and left for Coloma Ca. and oh yes They offered me a free ride in the balloon.
                                         by Fajer Qassem