Write a Book in a Day 2018

Dad looked gob-smacked, but any attempt to speak was interrupted by a rumbling on the horizon. A rustic ute mounted by two grizzled soldiers and an old-fashioned machine gun pulled into view. “Ebenzo,” said Mum slowly. “What on earth have you gotten us into” The rumbling noise suddenly, exploded from the bushes, alongside a charging mob of Emus followed by a monstrous cloud of dust. Quentin and I were screaming our lungs out, Rory was barking frantically and poor Dad just stood there, paralysed. The men didn’t stand a chance against the hoard of Emu’s that swarmed them. There were people and bird’s alike flying around like kids in a jumping castle. Talons flared and the big guns boomed. “Ebenzo! Get us out now!” Screamed Dad. “Aw,” he said. “This is my favourite part.” Suddenly, the scene fell silent, and the birds turned their gaze to the Mammoth. “Uh-oh,” said Ebenzo. “That doesn’t normally happen.” It was like a Mexican stand-off. The emus stared, and the Mammoth stared back. Then the engine roared, and so did the mob of flightless birds. “Get us out!” screamed someone. Ebenzo started making scared cat noises, and all of a sudden, I felt that familiar tug of being pulled through a time portal.