I see a disgusting lake streaming under the old bridge at the Hastings park.I can taste the horrible fish in the dirty lake.I hear birds chirping quietly.I see a photographer taking photos at the rumbling tree.There was a electric eel soaring through the icky lake.”How far is the wonder tree now?”said the photographer.”Click click click” went the dirty camera.He walked across the bridge but suddenly….Crash! went the old and dusty bridge.”What was that?”went the Fishermen.”Help, help in the water”went the photographer.The fishermen tried to fish out the photographer. And down he went, down a terrifying waterfall.But then the wonderful wonder tree saved his life just before midnight.”Finally I caught a fish”the fishermen said.“I wonder if there is more fish”the fishermen said.”why did the bridge break?”The soaking photographer said.”oh here have my fish birdy”said the fishermen.