Summer holidays.

In last summer holidays, my friends and me put up our tent in the middle of a field near a small village.
As soon as this was done, we cooked a meal over an open fire.
We were all hungry and the food smelt good.
After a wonderful meal, we told stories and sang songs by the fire.
But some time later it began to rain.
We felt tired so we put out the fire and crept into our tent.
Our sleeping bags were warm and comfortable so we all slept soundly.
In the middle of the night, two boys woke up and began shouting.
The tent was full of water.
We all hurried outside.
It was raining heavily and a stream had formed in the field.
The stream flowed right under our tent.
About three in the morning we returned to the village.
My friend tired to wake up his parents by ringing the door bell, but they slept. Our shouts woke up my friend’s father who opened the door.
He was very nervous.
When we told him about our adventures, he asked us with a smile in his face: “And what about your tent”?