I read a book

I read this really cool book far behind in a caverns, about a cave made of live rock. It was really alive. I couldn't have seen something better in my life before. It had so much types of caves and it had lots of information. It told me about the singing stones, the fried eggs, the bacon, even a ghost!

Once I actually went there it was fun and I noticed where all of the things were. It was no use, I wanted to stay forever. My mom said, "Where are we going to live?" and my dad said, "Don't be silly. We're going home anyways." and my bother said, "I actually like this place." And then I asked a tiny little question, I said, "bed?" really softly.

Then my family knew we needed to take a rest. And then my parents gave up, we would be living there. "Only for a day.", Dad said. And then my brother said, "This is a great day, we can stay here a whole day." And then I kept reading the book, and I knew it wasn't good to stay there, because the rocks would stop growing if we slept on them so we went home.