One night Charlie had a dream that he was in Ireland. He dreampt that he was lost. He came upon a large castle ruin and met a family of foxes. They were a unusual family of foxes because they talked and owned furniture. He stayed there for a long time, and he was starting to get tired when he heard a big rumble in the ground. An earthquake! He ran into the foxes' kitchen where the foxes were with their kits (young foxes), and cried, "An earthquake!" Just then the house caved in and he woke up.
The balcony is 10ft by 10ft and and is made of planks of cedar. There is a telescope in the corner, a table with an awning in the middle and four chairs around it. It smells like fresh cedar and the sea. It's about forty feet high and to the left hand side beneath it, is the forest. Straight ahead and to the right, are the white horses of the sea with rocks jutting out here and there. The crashing of the sea is quite loud on windy days. The rest of the time, you can hear the wind's whisper and the lapping of the waves against the worn pillars of the balcony.
Two sets of twins that are siblings live in the treehouse. They are each a boy and girl set.
The eldest are 13 years old and their names are: Tim and Catherine. They are both red heads and tall for their age. Both are very out-going, fun-loving children.
The youngest are 12 years old and their names are: Charlie and Rosemary. They are both brown, curly- headed twins. They are very friendly and like to talk a lot. Rosemary, the youngest of all the twins is allergic to wasps and bees.
All of the children work hard to keep their island home running. They also enjoy eating the food that Rosemary likes to make. The boys hunt ducks and deer. They all love to bike, kayak and drive their quads. They all love adventure and their island. Their real home is on the mainland and they spend as much time as they can here at their island home.(Only their parents know where it is) They are homeschooled children and they can bring their work to the island if they like. They are really are proud to be Australian.
My tree house is on a little island near Adelaide, Australia. There are many large trees on the island. The land is very sandy. No houses are anywhere near this one. The climate of this area is warm and wet, in the winter and it is warm and dry in the summer. It is very quiet except for the rustle of the wind in the trees. The place is usually uninhabited. It is a very safe place to live, up in the air. But the ground level is sometimes dangerous. The tree house is well hidden. This is the present time.
The entrance is a rope ladder from the ground and up to the porch. The door is green and inside on the wooden floor is a black, bearskin rug. To the left is a coat rack and to the right is a gun rack. On the gun rack are two rifles, two knives and one axe. Just ahead is the great room. In it is a table with four chairs around it. On the right side of the room is a bench and a table with a gas lamp on it. There are pictures on the walls and six small windows in the room. The wooden walls are painted red.
At the far left is a kitchen with four cupboards and cooking necessities in them. On the far right is a set of spiral stairs up to the second floor where the bedrooms are. Above the stairs is a hall with pictures on the wall, and two windows and a book shelf. There are two bedrooms with two beds in each. The bedrooms also have side tables and gas lamps.
At the end of the hall is a ladder up to the open deck with railings surrounding it. On the deck is a telescope and a table with an awning over it.