Disaster downunder snapshot

Wind flowed through the air as the door slowly pushed open, excited chatter burst in the air as the young kid stampede travelled in. I felt the stomps in the floor as the small creatures walked towards each other, it was now a silent parade as they sat down and tuned their heads to the screen, it glared back at them like a glowing fire. It felt fresh for work as the small devils reached out to see the now ancient work. Only pictures and diagrams would satisfy, I felt despair as I glanced at my work, not a great amount of visuals yet a mountain of cold hard writing, I now knew that all was quite a waste. It was short time before I could feel the wind gush again as the door swung open, the colourful work flapped in the strength of the air as the kids swarmed outwards from the icy doors.

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