Halloween and stories! No more going to the shopping centre! Lol! ;)

Hello everyone!! How are you? 

This week finally we'll know the ending of the story!! Yeay!!

After you've read the story you have to answer these two questions.

-Do you like the ending of the story?

-What would you change?

Then this week I would like you to continue with the challenges. Here I give you my challenge:

-In which book does Sirius Black die? (Sirius Black is a character from Harry Potter) 

P.s. Have a nice long weekend! I'm going to Menorca to see my family! Yeay!!

P.s 2. Have a great Halloween and be careful with the zombies, ghosts and monsters!! 

LAST PART OF THE STORY:

As he made his way to the kitchen, Alex could hardly wait to sneak a nice big piece of chocolate cake. He knew that would make him feel better. But when Alex opened the refrigerator door he was shocked to see a crocodile swimming in a jar of pickles. The crocodile looked mean and appeared ready to attack. Alex slammed the refrigerator door and cried out, “Help me; please help me.” Alex’s cry for help woke everyone in his family up. His parents and brother rushed to see what was wrong. “What’s going on Alex?” asked Alex’s Dad. “Why are you up at this time of night?” Alex hid behind the kitchen table as he pointed to the refrigerator and said, “Daddy, there’s a crocodile in our pickle jar.” “There’s a what?” asked Alex’s Mom. “I saw it! It’s in there,” said Alex. “There’s a crocodile in our pickle jar.” As Alex’s Mom and brother joined him behind the kitchen table, Alex’s Dad opened the refrigerator door. He grabbed the jar of pickles. “Please get it out of here,” cried Alex. Alex’s Dad reached into the pickle jar and took a huge bite out of the crocodile. “Wow,” said Alex’s Dad. “This isn’t sweet. When did we get dill pickles?” “What’s going on?” asked Alex. “Where’s the crocodile? I saw it move. It showed me its teeth.” After Alex was reassured everything was okay, his parents reminded him of how important food was for energy. Alex’s empty stomach was why he had felt dizzy and weak; and when you feel that way your eyes can play tricks on you. So you see, there never was a crocodile in the pickle jar that night! The next evening when Alex’s Mom told everyone there was plenty of leftover chocolate cake for dessert, Alex was the only one who didn’t want any. He was too stuffed. Three helpings of broccoli will do that. THE END