15 September 2004

 

Dear Reader,

 

Hi I am Tommy and I am 13 and I am contacting you from a very far island., called the Bozzo Island. It comes from the Italian word Bozzo, that means ( bumps or moles)

The land is very bumpy and full of mountains.

I arrived here while coming back from France and going to Italy, there was a storm, with a lot of wind and fog; the captain couldn't see anything. Some time passed and everybody heard a loud noise: we were crashing onto the Bozzo mountain, the highest mountain in the whole world. One of the airplane wings broke and fell off and then the other one broke and fell off, the airplane started descending and moving faster and faster as it got closer to earth. I ran up the aisle of the plane to where my friends were sitting and I told them to follow me. We ran to get four parachutes and threw ourselves out the emergency door. I closed my eyes and opened my parachute and started floating in the air, drifting slowly towards the earth.

I opened my eyes and thought that I was dead, I saw my friends on the ground, sleeping. I woke them up and we started building a tree house. We thought that we were alone on the island but we weren't sure. We finished the tree house in three days. We were very happy so the next night we slept in it. It was so cosy and terribly comfortable. Next day we woke up and decided to take a walk on the Bozzo mountain up up up,until we got on the top of the mountain. It was beautiful on the top of the mountain, you could see all the island from there. I could see the birds flying in the air, the fish jumping joyfuly in the water. We couldn't stay there forever so we started walking down when we saw a creature but we couldn't understand if it was a man or animal. We came near but the creature got frightened and started jumping tree to tree; then the creature came nearer and nearer. We could see it was a man but he moved like an animal he came near and threw his body on the ground like begging for mercy and we asked "who are you? " He answered 'I am poor Federico Bozzo, it's 13 years that I am here" We saw he was so miserable that we invited him to the tree house. He was a strange person, but we started to like him and he helped us and we helped him. He showed us the best hunting grounds and we allowed him to live with us in the tree house.

One day we decided to leave the island because we missed our families. Federico built a small rowboat and we launched the boat ant started towards home.

There was a big storm and we couldn't see anything. Suddenly one big whale threw himself onto the boat and we jumped overboard. We rode the waves to the shore but to our surprise we arrived back on Bozzo Island. So if you find this letter, come and rescue us.

Remember Bozzo Island.

 

Sincerely, Tommaso

 

 

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