Macka+H+(2)

__ Blue Whale  __ It was nearing winter which meant one thing; the Blue Whale. My friends and I would go to the park. We greeted him and our reply was a deep growl. On the weekends we would kick the footy and when it hit the Blue Whale it would gobble it up and shoot it back out again like a cannon. When we walked home he sat in his usual spot buried in the long grass under the tree. It was an extremely calm creature except when there were dogs around. It hated dogs. We never knew why but when they were near he would turn vicious. Then when spring neared he would slowly walk back to the ocean and we wouldn’t see it again until next winter down the road.