Vroom vroom roars my motorbike. I’m on the farm. Now
my brother and I zoom off to make a motorbike track down in the hole.
“Wow you almost tipped upside down,” I say.
“I know. Come on!” yells Braydon.
“Ok, ok,” I yell.
Vroom I start
then turn the motorbike. We are off home.
By Kyran
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