What are you doing with my bicycle?
OA: I'm riding yours to the park.
OB: Am I fixing the flat tire.
OC: I fix the flat tire.
D: Riding it.
E: It's not your bicycle, it's Mary's.

Of course, the attractive and magnificent houses were appealing me throughout the whole day as I was passing by the rocky landscape of Avolcan Park. Avolcan Park was our fifth and last destination as my parents and teachers were discussing about the destinination point on which the vacation period was to be utilized and for our recreation.

Our journey began from our school, Oxbridge Secondary School located in the eastern Omaha, Nebraska. As we were excited to go through the green and plain meadows trailed by a pitch road, we screamed watching the cool and steady water flow alongside the Mingo River. It is said to be the purest water among the local rivers there. We happened to watch different colourful settlements and green fields with evergreen beautiful trees and woods. We stopped in a wide park on our way to destination and took a rest. Our teachers asked us if we were hungry during the period. With a half an hour of rest, we had our breads and water as snacks. The cameraman of our school was so busy taking the snaps. After taking rest for a while, we headed towards the bus and feeling a little bit more comfortable started to imagine and talk about the Avolcan Park. Some of my friends were feeling tired but most of us were excited to feel the overall cool breeze throughout the way.

It was nearly a quarter past one o'clock in the afternoon that the conductor got out of the bus replacing one of his assistants and the bus got slow with its speed. Our techers were also whispering each other; we didn't hear clearly. After a minute the bus stopped and we got out of it.

To ashtonishment, we saw the large board containing the letters of Avolcan Park Entry Gate. Everyone of us made an expression with 'Wow !'. We followed our teachers and

(to be continued if needed)