‘Wait a minute!’ screamed Wilbur, ‘Where do you think you’re going?’
But the spider was already out of sight. Then another baby spider crawled to the top of the fence, stood on its head, made a balloon, and sailed away. Then another spider. Then another. The air was soon filled with tiny balloons, each balloon carrying a small spider.
Wilbur was frantic. Charlotte’s babies were disappearing at a great rate.
Predict what you think might happen next! Could you create the next paragraph(s)? I’d love to read your writing after the Easter Holidays!