George the monkey roamed the beach alone. He had just been kicked out of the monkey clan in the jungle jam club. He soon realized that he was short of a home to live. He needed a place to call home, somewhere he would be safe and at home. "Where would I start?" said George. I need a home that is stable! "I will make it with sticks on the sand beach," said the monkey. So George started his home on the beach.
After a long day of hard work and sweet the stick house was almost done when Ralph the turtle scurried by to tell George that a storm was coming! George had to take shelter quick. So George went to work as fast as he could gathering sticks and branches from jungle trees to make shelter. So he began but where would he build his shelter. so he built it the first place he could think of, on the beach! George quickly tied and stacked as much wood as he could. Soon he had his shelter together, so he crawled into his shelter for comfort and warmth. The wind started howling and ripping but the well built home stayed a put. The waves crashed on the beach, ripping away the sandy shore. Soon the sand was ripped clear out from underneath the branch and large stick home washing it inside out, George jumped out to safety as if the storm disappeared in a instant. The sun broke through the clouds and the shine of a new day began. But the remains of yesterday was a torn up home laying on the beach beside him.
George realized that his house wasn’t build in a good location so he decides to built on clay. So George went and gathered what eh could from the old shelter he had built before. And went to stacking and tying wood together to make his new shelter. But here came Ralph the turtle up the hill, "George there is another storm coming, I would hurry up with that if I were you." said the turtle. So George took his word for it and began to finish his home on the clay. But soon the storm started to kick into gear. This was a powerful storm, the waves the size of school buses crashing into the shore eating away the clay as if it were sand again. George ran out as fast as he could to the jungle as he watched the house he had just put all his care into get ripped into bits. George was done. He said to himself, "why can I not get my life right?"
"Why can I not get my home right! Everything I do, I do wrong! my family, the monkey clan, and now this!" Screamed George. George was just about to give up when he saw the light at the end of the tunnel, as the waves became tame and the sky became blue, the sun shined through the clouds on to a rock near the ocean side. It sparked a great idea in Georges head, he wasted no time. He started to gather some of the strongest branched from the jungle trees near by and roots for rope to tie them together. Once he had gathered all of his materials needed to build his new home he took off with them to the rock in the distance. Branch by branch, stone by stone, he tied branches, stuck rocks with sticks in the mud. And through the blood sweat and tears he had been put though for week he had the start of a new home. It was built on a rock, sturdy and strong. About the minute he finished he walked away in the distance to admire his home from afar. Ralph the turtle scurried down the beach to greet George. "George, another storm is on the horizon, I would recommend you take shelter in the jungle, the last homes you had have been destroyed in the power of the storm." Said ralph. "This home is not going anywhere." Confidently said George. George walks away. The storm was moving like it had never before, the waves crashed against the rock like a freight train strait for a brick wall. They were powerful, but even the strongest wave could not make it up the rock to the sheltered home. Every now and then a stick would fall out but George would be quick to fix it. As the storm cleared he got out of his home to see the shore he once roamed to look like it had been blown up my a tornado full of atom bombs. But the rock stood tall and strong. This home was built on a rock, it stood tall and strong, ready for whatever storms life would through at it.
