A boring day out.
You know, these days when my Mum says:“We’re on a day out!”
Well, the places we visit are past boring. We go to parks or KMart to get some new clothes for Mum. It’s not like other kids. They go to water parks or hangdog. They are very fortunate.
Today was different.
Once again Mum said:”We’re going on a day out!”
“More like a boring day again,” I mumbled.
We jumped into Mum’s car and off we went. “Where are we going?”
“Surprise, surprise,” Mum answered with a grin on her face.
I crossed my arms over my chest and gave my sad face.
“Don’t feel sad about it,” Mum said seeing my face in the mirror.
“You’ll know where we are as soon as we get there.” She smiled from ear to ear.
I wasn’t sad about that, though. The last time Mum said it was a ‘surprise’ we went to Grandmother to play scrabble.
Soon we reached the town. I expected Mum to stop at the local playground. We didn’t!
I was shocked. “Why aren’t we going to the park, Mum? We usually go there on a bor… I mean a day out?”
“Well, that’s the point. We go there too often. I decided we should go somewhere else for a change.” came Mums explanation. “We are going to the -” POP interrupted Mum. She went white as a ghost.
“Oh dear,” she whispered. The car stopped with a jolt. Mum jumped out and looked at the tires.”Oh my, oh my” Mum kept on saying.
I opened the car door and joined Mum. A popped tyre means only one thing.
The most boring day of my life, history. Mum gave a big sigh again: “Sorry Frank, I was going to take you to ‘hangdog’.”
I looked like a codfish. We were heading for ‘hangdog’! Now the chances of having a fun day out, crushed.
“I better call the tyre fitters or whatever they are called.” I could hardly hear my Mum’s words. That’s how our day started, with our car being towed to be fixed.
I sighed. This was going to be so dull.
Then, a MIRACLE!
“Mum, Mum, can I please go to the Water Park across the road?”
“Sure,” Mum said, not paying any attention.
“YIPPY!” I screamed as I ran towards the Water Park.
It was the best day out after all.
The stolen toy
I am a toy. I do not have a proper name; I’m just called Toy. At the moment I’m a stolen toy. I’m in Luna’s little sisters’ bedroom.
I am so lucky not being her toy. The craziest thing happened while I was there.
She came through the door muttering something:”Luna is a big fat…. Mumble.” I could not hear clearly. She sat on her bed, heaved a big sigh. That’s when I got terrified. She grabbed Big Brown Teddy by the neck and threw him into the wall. I heard him whimpering as he crumpled to the floor like a paper being scrunched. Next, she kicked Fairy who sat on the ground into the warm heater. Fairy howled loud and long.
Her eyes flashed with fury. She stamped on her tiger and sat on her lion. Screaming.
Luckily Luna came in.
“You stole her again!”Luna growled. She grabbed me and took me back to her room.
I’m so glad I’m back where I belong.