The Skiing Trip Wri-en by Gregor Clarkson Illustra9ons by Gregor Clarkson
“Yippee” Greg is speeding down the mountain on his black and white mountain skis. The wind is hiBng his face and Greg can feel the smooth snow speeding under his feet. Greg’s puﬀy ski suit whipped in the wind as he sped down the mountain. Greg skids to a halt at the bo-om of the mountain. He uses his ski poles to slide over to the ski liH he sits on it. It starts moving. Then his mate calls out “we’re going back to the lodge” Greg ignores him and looks up the mountain. Greg gets ready to jump of the liH. Crunch as Greg’s skis hit the snowy path the snow sinks a li-le and stays compressed. Greg readies himself at the top of the mountain and pushes oﬀ. He swishes down the mountain. Greg starts to fall, his skis leave the ground and he starts plumme9ng to the snowy ground.
• Greg’s head was spinning and he could not see properly. Greg shook his head and his eyes started to come into focus. He got up and saw both his skis snapped behind him. Greg trudged through the sea of snow, his knees buckled and he fell over. Greg looked up at the dark sky and fell asleep
The next day Greg woke up and shook the thin dus9ng of snow oﬀ of his ski suit and started to trudge through the snow. He entered a forest and he heard a growl behind him. He turned to see a huge grey wolf with amber eyes looking at him hungrily, he saw two smaller ones slinking up behind the bigger one. Greg snapped a s9ck oﬀ a tree. Greg waved it in the air and the wolves slinked away through the snow. Greg cleared an area of snow and got some s9cks to start a ﬁre. Once Greg had a good ﬁre going he heard the growl again Greg got another s9ck and hovered it above the ﬁre. The s9ck caught ﬁre and Greg waved it towards the wolves but they did not ﬂinch they bared their pearly whites and pounced, BANG! the wolf slumped to the snowy ground and did not move. Greg looked around to see an old man on a red snow mobile holding an old hun9ng riﬂe in one hand and his other one on the accelerator of the snowmobile .the man had a big puﬀy jacket and trousers. On his head he wore a wooly hat. He beckoned for Greg to get on the back of the snowmobile and Greg obeyed. Greg slumped himself on the uncomfortable seat and they sped oﬀ through the trees.
The old man pulled up at an amazing log cabin its roof was covered in a blanket of snow and smoke ﬂoated slowly out of the chimney. The man got oﬀ the snowmobile and cut the engine then headed towards the door at a tremendous speed. He opened the door and waited for Greg to go through. As Greg entered, the warmth hit him and he felt relief. A great ﬁre burned in the hearth and an an9que couch lay in front of a small T.V.
The old man ﬁnally spoke in a deep country ascent he boomed “go get some clothes from the closet” Greg obeyed and strolled to the closet and it opened with a creak. Greg took oﬀ his wet snow suit and slipped on the old swandri and track pants the pants drooped past his ankles and the swandri was too long at the arms. Greg sat on the couch as the man made some tea, Greg asked how did you ﬁnd me?” “I saw the smoke from your ﬁre it was smoking like mad, I thought it was a forest ﬁre a I came to put it out” Greg thought for a moment then said “ well luckily you found me cause I would have died out there with those ghastly wolves.” The man shrugged and growled “it’s geBng late, I’ve got a spare room down the hall on yer leH” Greg leH the small room and entered the small room with a single ma-ress and old sheets and pillows. Later Greg driHed oﬀ in to a deep sleep.
The next day Greg woke and quickly strided down the hall and into the small lounge where he found the old ma sleeping on the couch. His big belly hung out from under his red shirt and onto his old ta-ered jeans. He snorted and woke. His eyes were wide open. He got up and looked at Greg. Then half yawned half said “ We be-er get you back home” and headed for the door Greg followed then realized he was in his undies so he ran back to his room and slipped on his dry ski suit and his big clumsy ski boots the headed for the door . Greg heard the sound of a motor as he stepped outside and he saw the same red snowmobile he had ridden on the day before and another one exactly the same but blue. The man shouted over the engine “ get on the blue one and press the green bu-on." Greg mounted the snowmobile and pressed the green bu-on the snowmobile started with a splu-er. Greg revved the engine and moved forward he turned around and followed the old man through the trees.
• As Greg emerged from the forest he saw the ski village with its snow covered roofs and big ski centre. Greg stopped and looked for the old man but he was gone. Greg sped oﬀ down the hill and felt a sense of safety as he entered the village. No one was going to believe his story.