Boom! The thunder rumbled in our village. There was no sound of anyone. The sky was pitch black. Everyone was asleep except for me. I quietly walked downstairs and out of my little hut.

There was no sound at all from a person. I tried to stay under cover because it was raining and thundering. I walked quietly over to the tree in the centre of the village.

Then all of a sudden, I started shrinking and shrinking until I was the size of a mouse. Suddenly I noticed something. There was a little tiny door. I could fit in it because I was so tiny. I was standing right in front of it. I opened up the door and I started to get pulled in.

I began screaming, “Ahhhh, help me!”

Then I woke up on the ground in a weird place, not in my bed or on the couch. I was on the ground in a place I’ve never been. Then a goblin stared down at my face and said, “Hi, are you okay?”

I quickly jumped up and started running for my life. The goblin just stared and had a confused look on his face. I kept looking backwards and then bump, I fell backwards.

There were lots of giants. I tried crawling backwards, but they were surrounding me. I was terrified! I didn’t know what to do. Then they grabbed me with their humungous fingers. I tried to keep my cool, but I just couldn’t do it.

I started screaming and shouting, “HELP ME!” But no one could hear me because I was so high up. Not even the giants could hear me because my voice was so small.

Then, thump, thump, thump, thump, the giants were marching fiercely, but I just didn’t like it one bit. Then we stopped. “I think we are here,” I whispered. They put me on a big table and started to talk to me. Can you believe it?

They said, “Hi, our names are Bob, Jill and Ken.” Then I said in a scared voice, “My name is Nelly.”
They asked, “Where are you from?”
“I am fr..from the East Village in Africa,” I said hesitatingly.
Jill said, “We should introduce ourselves properly.”
The other giants said in a loud voice, “Yeah.” Bob said, “I want to go first.”
“Okay,” I said.
He said, “Hi, my name is Bob. I am 202 years old and I live on Monster Island.” My mouth dropped open and I had no words.

Then they all said, “Why did you come to Monster Island?” But I said nothing. Then Bob said loudly, “It’s getting late. We should get to bed and you can sleep here if you want, Nilly.”

Then I said in a shaking voice,” Thank you, and it’s Nelly.”

In the morning, the giants yelled out, “WE ARE GOING TO HELP NELLY GET HOME!”.

But all of a sudden, I didn’t want to go home. I wanted to stay with the giants. I realised that they are good people and every other monster on Monster Island is probably good too.