Desert expedition	

We were on an expedition in the Sahara Desert. It was 45 degrees in the shade and we had very little water left. It was midday and the sun was beating down. My mouth was as dry as sandpaper. 
I was…	
By late afternoon we'd been walking for eight hours under the burning sun, up hills, over rocks and, most difficult of all, through soft sand. I thought I would collapse if I walked any further. I was….	
To make matters worse, my best friend Henry had disappeared. We’d lost him just after the last oasis. We all knew he would die if we didn't find him soon but there was no sign of him anywhere.
I was…	
The expedition leader was a tough guy called Samson. He had a square jaw and unsmiling eyes and cared about nothing but the objectives of the expedition. I begged him to stop but he refused. 'We must go on', he said. 'This is no place for weaklings'. I thought about poor Henry. I was so upset that I….	
After an hour we came to a dark cave and I crawled inside. I was ill, I had a fever and I was shivering. I lay there for an hour and cried for my mum but Samson just laughed unkindly. I knew I wouldn't last long. I was sure I was at…	
Eventually one of the others gave me a little water and I began to feel a bit better. I sat up and looked out of the cave. It was getting dark and I was just thinking how beautiful the desert looked at sunset when I heard a strange sound in the far distance: The cry of a wolf! I was…	
'Wolves!' I screamed in terror. 'What are we going to do?' 
'Wolves be damned,' growled Samson fingering the trigger of his revolver. 'Any wolf that comes this way will get a bullet in his head'. 	
The next day, after a breakfast of dry bread and a sip of water, we set off again and after an hour came upon a beautiful green oasis with a lovely pool of clear water. To my astonishment, sitting under a tree calmly reading The Times and smoking a cigarette was Henry! I was…	
Henry took us to a high hill that he’d explored earlier. It was a hot climb, but with water inside us we felt stronger. At the top a cool breeze blew through our hair and we could see for miles across the desert. 
The view….	
After lunch, Henry showed us something even more amazing. By the side of the pool there was an opening in the rocks that led into a huge cave. Stalactites hung from the roof and the walls glowed a thousand different colours in the dim light. I'd never seen anything like it. It was absolutely…	
I took out my camera but Samson growled, 'No time for photos'. I couldn't believe it. 'What do you mean?' I demanded. By now I’d had enough off of Samson. He'd refused to wait for Henry, he'd been unkind when I was ill and now he was trying to tell me I couldn't take photos. I was at…	

Answers	

We were on an expedition in the Sahara Desert. It was 45 degrees in the shade and we had very little water left. It was midday and the sun was beating down. My mouth was as dry as sandpaper. 
I was dying for a drink.	
By late afternoon we'd been walking for eight hours under the burning sun, up hills, over rocks and, most difficult of all, through soft sand. I thought I would collapse if I walked any further.
 I was on my last legs.	
To make matters worse, my best friend Henry had disappeared. We’d lost him just after the last oasis. We all knew he would die if we didn't find him soon but there was no sign of him anywhere.
I was going out of my mind with worry.	
The expedition leader was a tough guy called Samson. He had a square jaw and unsmiling eyes and cared about nothing but the objectives of the expedition. I begged him to stop but he refused. 'We must go on', he said. 'This is no place for weaklings'. I thought about poor Henry. I was so upset that I burst into tears.	
After an hour we came to a dark cave and I crawled inside. I was ill, I had a fever and I was shivering. I lay there for an hour and cried for my mum but Samson just laughed unkindly. I knew I wouldn't last long. I was sure I was at death’s door.	
Eventually one of the others gave me a little water and I began to feel a bit better. I sat up and looked out of the cave. It was getting dark and I was just thinking how beautiful the desert looked at sunset when I heard a strange sound in the far distance: The cry of a wolf! I was scared stiff.	
'Wolves!' I screamed in terror. 'What are we going to do?' 
'Wolves be damned,' growled Samson fingering the trigger of his revolver. 'Any wolf that comes this way will get a bullet in his head'. 	
The next day, after a breakfast of dry bread and a sip of water, we set off again and after an hour came upon a beautiful green oasis with a lovely pool of clear water. To my astonishment, sitting under a tree calmly reading The Times and smoking a cigarette was Henry! I was over the moon.	
Henry took us to a high hill that he’d explored earlier. It was a hot climb, but with water inside us we felt stronger. At the top a cool breeze blew through our hair and we could see for miles across the desert. 
The view took my breath away.	
After lunch, Henry showed us something even more amazing. By the side of the pool there was an opening in the rocks that led into a huge cave. Stalactites hung from the roof and the walls glowed a thousand different colours in the dim light. I'd never seen anything like it. It was absolutely mind-blowing	
I took out my camera but Samson growled, 'No time for photos'. I couldn't believe it. 'What do you mean?' I demanded. By now I’d had enough off of Samson. He'd refused to wait for Henry, he'd been unkind when I was ill and now he was trying to tell me I couldn't take photos. I was at the end of my tether.