This is a short piece of writing I completed for a Visual Cultures unit

 The sound of croaking fills the damp air,

as does an earthy scent lingering with eucalypt and wattle.

There you are little frogs hiding under the water ferns eating the bugs and drinking from the pond. 

Here comes an echidna to join you.

Suddenly screeching fills the environment, hello galahs I didn't see you perched in the wattle, what is wrong?

Oh nope, there it is, I see it.

I have to go now.

Naaaaaan, Popppppp there's a Tiger snake in the garden again.