When he finally decided to come out he was delighted with his sight well, only in beauty-he was actually horrified with his sight there, right in front of his eyes was a wrecked area of windmills all around him. Every inch of ground was covered in mess . The farmer was staring in despair then fell to his to his knees and went to bed.
MyÂ Â favourite part is when the storm. Come he felt terrified because there was lightning but his windmills where blowing away he couldn’t stop the wind from blowing the windmills away.
He cameÂ out side of his house with a smile on his face because he had a windmill seed in his hand. As he looked up he jumped with joy because he saw a bunch of windmills on every single hill! So he never stopped planting windmill seeds again!
There was a horrible storm. The farmer came out of his house, holding his hat trying to save the windmills. One nearly fell over. He tried to push, but the wind won. They broke because of Â the fast – flowing wind. The farmer Â cried and went in in despair. Time passed.
The storm came and destroyed all the windmills. Winter time and snow fell down. Spring time andÂ all the windmills grow every where, the farmer was very excited.
The farmerÂ was asleep, then he woke up. He had a sneaky peak out of the window and saw loads of shiny windmills.Â He went out and blew aÂ windmillÂ seed.Â The farmerÂ could find windmills as far he could see.
A few days later, heÂ was just coming out of his house withÂ the watering can and he was filling it up. Then he went over to the plants and started watering them. He got to the last one and it had stopped spinning. He took a hand out and spun it again. Then he went in the house.
The farmer was just in bed when his bedroom went as dark as the soil. It was hammering it down with streaking lightning. The farmer tried to open the door slowly but the wind blew it open instead. The windmills were bending left then right. Quick as a flash it was gone. Where did it go? Then another then another. The windmills were going crazy. One more standing. Bending left bending right. Still standing. Then a windmill came past and chopped it up faster then you can say Dinner.
The windmill farmer was ploughing theÂ ground to plant theÂ seed. HeÂ putÂ the seeds in one be one in each Â hole very carefully. When he’d done all of themÂ he went to his wooden cottage.