After a few seconds, the ground started rumbling and the lion started moving.Ību screeched and climbed up Mark's leg as the lion growled and glared down at the three. Mark looked up at me in awe while the old man stomped his cane in the sand and yelled up at the lion. Its mouth is held wide open and its eyes are glowing red.
I'm front of them stand a huge sand sculpture of a lion.
The old man tells them to stop and they all climb off of the camel. Abu sat on Mark's shoulder, looking at the old man with a wiry look. Mark sat in front, leading the camel wherever the old man told him to. A camel came walking over the hills, holding three passengers.
For miles and miles nothing but the glittering sand could be seen. The desert sand was being blown by the chilly nights. (Sorry for the length and the rushed ending! *awkwardly waves*)
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