When I walked back from my friend’s house I saw a man wearing a cloak as red as blood, boots up to his thighs and a white moon shirt. At school, we learned about these men (they were called highway men) they robbed and rode horses and cunningly robbed the rich so he wouldn’t get caught. This highway man was a peculiar one because he was smoking a pipe and then he and his horse carefully swam across the river up to the green grass and then went to rob another person. Anyway, my mum is calling me. I will write again tomorrow.
Hannah.