Who Wrecked My Windmill?
Practice Words
Words with the silent 'w' in the 'wr' combination, where only the /r/ sound is heard.
Jill wrinkled her brow at the structure Dr Can Do was building. 'Why do we need a windmill?' she asked. 'Don't we get our power from the redstone?' Dr Can Do stopped to reply, 'Well, yes, but it will be a nice feature.'
The sun was setting when the tower was finished. But Dr Can Do still needed to wrestle with the sails. 'The rabbit stew is ready. Are you coming to eat?' Jill asked him. 'I'll be right there,' Dr Can Do sighed.
Before bed, Dr Can Do heard something wrong outside. A low groan, then a creak in the dark. He crept into the yard, but nothing looked out of place. Their iron golem stood nearby on its nightly patrol, its heavy feet pressed into the soft grass. 'Just the golem,' Dr Can Do muttered with a wry shrug. He went back inside to switch off his redstone lights. But as he wrapped himself in his blanket, he was sure he heard that creak once again.
In the morning, they woke to an awful sight. The sails that Dr Can Do had set against the base of the windmill now lay in a wreck across the field. 'How did this happen?' Dr Can Do cried. Jill picked up a piece of sail. 'It looks like there was a strong wind that pulled them apart.'
Dr Can Do planted his hands on his hips, staring at the wreckage. 'That's wrong. We don't even get wind here. The sails would have been turned by redstone power.' He looked around at the other buildings, but nothing else had been touched.
They started to put the pieces back together. This time, the windmill was completed by the end of the day. The sails were in place and the tower was finished. Dr Can Do looked at the sky, wringing his hands together with unease. There was no sign of any bad weather.
In the middle of the night, Dr Can Do was woken by the wailing of a fierce wind. 'That's crazy!' he said. With his coat wrapped tightly around him, he ran out to the field. A strong gust of cold air met him, and he could already see the sails spinning out of control.
Then he saw the cause of the wind. There was a man at the bottom of the tower with his arms raised. The man lowered his arms and the wind stopped. He gave the doctor a wry smile. 'I like your windmill,' he said. And that was how Dr Can Do met The Mischievous Mage.