A Famine Story Hello my name is Patrick. I'm here to tell you about something that happened to me when I was young. It was the year 2005. My friend Dr. Genius invented a time machine. He came to my house and asked me if I had any history homework, I replied, "yeah my teacher Mrs.McGirr, gave us loads of information to help us write an essay about the Irish Famine." Then Dr. Genius gave a leap of excitement and almost shouted out the amazing news he told me. "Come on then lets go try out my new time machine." Dr. Genius said. "We could go to the famine years." I was all for it so we went to his lab and we took a blast to the past. We went to 1846. The minute we got there I took a look around. It was very old fashioned and I looked strange in my modern clothes. All around me there was deathly pale, skinny people wearing rags. Everywhere bulging, miserable eyes watched us. Just then someone had a fit of coughing and collapsed. That was the horror fever, it could kill you before you hit the ground. We decided to walk to the next town. It was only 6 km away and when we got there, there were crows feasting on the millions of bodies dumped on the streets. There was a workhouse on the other side of town so we decided to have a look. We learnt that we were in a town called Lisnaskea. There were women and girls cleaning, washing, cooking and working in the hospital. The men and boys broke stones and picked oakum. (unravelling fibres of old hunks of rope) We decided to get out in case we caught the fever. The Doc wanted to go for a trip in a 'coffin ship' but I had had enough. We went home and I started my essay. It was a good thing I did not need the information any more.