When I think about my grandmother's kitchen, I remember the smell first. It was always warm and comforting, and there was usually something delicious cooking on the stove. My grandmother was a very kind person who loved having her grandchildren around. She would smile and tell us stories while she prepared dinner. The kitchen itself was quite small, with yellow walls and an old wooden table. I can still remember sitting there after school, watching rain run down the window wh

Mrs Bell had always been an extremely tidy woman, and her cottage was absolutely spotless. She was very upset when she discovered the muddy footprint on the kitchen floor. It was large, black and rather horrible. She immediately knew something was wrong. She went into the garden to investigate, feeling quite nervus. The garden was beautiful, with colourful flowers everywhere and a lovely old apple tree in the middle. Suddenly, she noticed that one of the branches was broken.

Milo was the smallest dragon in the kingdom, but he wanted to be brave more than anything. One morning, he decided to climb the tallest mountain. It was a very big mountain, and the climb was extremly difficult. Milo was tired and scared, but he kept going because he was determined. At the top, he saw the most amazing thing he had ever seen. A tiny golden door was set into the rock. Milo knocked three times. From inside came a voice. “At last,” it said. “We’ve been waiting fo