It was 1782 and disaster stuck! Some dastardly man lit a nuke. Jack and Jill were the first to go to the shelter.
‘Jill come with me to the shelter we will be safe ‘.
‘OK I will come, but can we get some more people to help them?’
‘Come people follow me if you want to live.’
As they were following Jack down the town, Jack thought to himself about the nuke, if only it was a bit smaller. Gack in the shelter Jill was cooking a big fat chicken for dinner, hoping Jack will like it.