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1. Crogan and two other miners dig a mine in the centre of Africa. 2. They look around and decide they will dig in three different places in the mine. 3. They all find diamonds under the ground inside the mine. 4. They discuss and decide that it is only three big diamonds but... 5. When they do more research, they discover that the diamond is under the whole of New York.
 * Plan and sub-plan for main story**

1. Crogan needs to buy a suit for his daughter's wedding. 2. He finds one that fits him but needs to take it back to New York without spoiling it. 3. He then needs to find the exact day that he should leave Africa. 4. When he does find the day he thinks is right... 5. Does he get back in time? (Don't give the answer so the reader has something to question themselves about.)

"Dagnabbit Eric! Every time something happens, it's always you!" dad screamed, his nose starting to wrinkle.
 * Frame Story**

"Dad, it's fine, I'll fix it in the weekend, I promise," Eric prayed on his knees, also trying to calm his dad. Tears almost popped out the sides of his eyes. He really hated his dad getting angry.

Eric’s idea worked. He sighed in relief and turned his head away to smile secretly.

"Be careful with it though, this necklace is extremely old. One of your ancestors found the diamonds on it more than a c-e-n-t-u-r-y ago."

Eric stared at the beautiful necklace in disbelief, trying to remember a diamond miner in one of his dad's many mysterious stories. He shook his head as thoughts drowned his mind. No. Definitely no diamond miner came through.

"What was the diamond miner called?" Eric asked, curiosity burning his mind.

"Joseph Crogan was his name, I don’t think I’ve told you any of his stories yet. Hmm, I suppose there's nothing else to do at the moment and no one else is at home yet. I guess I should tell you one of his stories."

Eric was placed on the floor like a wooden toy, sitting cross legged. His dad came down to join him on the floor.

"I'll tell you the story about where these particular diamonds came from," said dad, picking up one of the diamonds from the floor and looking at it absentmindedly…

1. Crogan and two other miners dig a mine in the centre of Africa. 2. They look around and decide they will dig in three different places in the mine. 3. They all find diamonds under the ground inside the mine. 4. They discuss and decide that it is only three big diamonds but... 5. When they do more research, they discover that the diamond is under the whole of New York.
 * Plan and sub-plan2 **

1. Crogan needs to buy a suit for his daughter's wedding. 2. He finds one that fits him but needs to take it back to New York without spoiling it. 3. He then needs to find the exact day that he should leave Africa. 4. When he does find the day he thinks is right... 5. Does he get back in time? (Don't give the answer so the reader has something to question themselves about.) "Dagnabbit Eric! Every time something happens, it's always you!" dad screamed, his nose starting to wrinkle.
 * Frame Story2 **

"Dad, it's fine, I promise, I'll fix it in the weekend, I promise!" Eric prayed on his knees, also trying to calm his dad. Tears almost popped out the sides of his eyes. He wanted to cry; he really hated his dad getting angry.

Eric’s idea worked. He sighed in relief and turned his head away to smile secretly.

"Be careful with it though, this necklace is //extremely// old. One of your ancestors found the diamonds on it more than a //__c-e-n-t-u-r-y__// ago."

Eric stared at the broken beautiful necklace in disbelief, trying to remember a diamond miner in one of his dad's many mysterious stories. He shook his head as thoughts drowned his mind. No. Definitely no diamond miner came through.

"What was the diamond miner called?" Eric asked, curiosity burning him like a bonfire.

"Joseph Crogan was his name, I’m not sure whether I’ve told you any stories about him yet. Hmm, I guess there's nothing else to do at the moment and no one else is at home yet. I suppose I should tell you one of his stories."

Eric was placed on the floor like a wooden toy, sitting cross legged. His dad came down to join him on the floor. “Now?” Eric asked excitedly. He sounded like squeaky toy as he talked.

“Of course Eric” Dad chuckled. "I'll tell you the one story about where //these// particular diamonds came from," said Dad, picking up one of the diamonds off the floor and looking at it absentmindedly…