The Squire

This would be my first time going down to the falls, since my father always journeyed alone. I was eager to start the journey, as it should be a great experience. So far I’ve just heard from my father that the falls are majestic and I can’t wait to see them. I didn’t think we would meet anyone on the way but as I say the more the merrier. The Nun was a rather nice lady and the Oxford Cleric was very knowledgeable about the falls. The Nun wore a lot of trickers for a hike and rather fancy clothes, which she didn’t seem to want to get a smudge on. And her friend, the Oxford Cleric, seemed rather the opposite. The whole hike down he had his nose in a book, slipping every now and then because he was too busy reading. He also wore rather dirty clothes which nobody minded. On the way I kept everyone entertained by singing songs and showing some dances of mine. As we got closer to the falls I could here the rushing of the water as my father described them, and as the sound got closer I got more anxious. Then, there they were! A bright blue pool of water under an endless waterfall.