Writing Group.

This is my piece of writing I have written in the writing group.

There was a poor, old lady who was searching through a dirty junk yard from her home. She carefully examined the discarded umbrella which was as dotty as a dalmatian. Despite its holes, that was exactly what she was looking for. She opened a big, golf bag to get a clearer look. It had clubs and gloves in it but she still didn't want it. She peeked in a big box as blue as the sea. There was nothing in it. Nothing. It wasn't what she was looking for at all. She found an unwanted mobile from a baby's crib that had cranes as white as snow on it. She also added the mobile to the cart, as one of the cranes dropped off. She picked up a batted can with holes in it and put that in the cart too.

Then she found an old, rusty car with broken windows. She hopped in the drivers seat and turned the steering wheel. As she adjusted the rear view mirror,  a Christmas tree air freshener as green as grass was pulled from the front mirror and smelled by the lady. Suddenly the seat flipped backwards. Her eye caught a little golden, patterned box. She slowly opened it. Inside she found.... lots of bit of paper and a pearl necklace! She shook the box a little bit and what was under those paper bits and necklace? 

A diamond ring! 

Instead of selling it for money she took it home! She hopped out of the car and went home to her tent. She lit a candle and made a face out of the rusty, old can with holes in as she covered the candle  with it. It made the tent brighter and calmer. The little old lady hung the umbrella on the ceiling and hung the cranes, as white as snow, from the mobile on the umbrella. The little old lady carefully slid the diamond ring on the sharp part, the nose of the face, of the can. She gasped and then smiled as the tent grew brighter. She put the Christmas trees on the edge of the drawer. She was happy with what she had done. She sighed happily.