Saturday, 25 June 2016
Streak! by David Cook
My brother Gus and I ripped off our clothes and raced each other down the road. We ran like the wind, dangly bits flapping freely, waving at the neighbours as we passed. Gus was just behind, desperate to win, but – yes! – I reached the finish line first. I’d won! I raised my arms in victory, giving Mrs Jones a good look at my winkie as she stepped off the bus. It was only then I realised that when dad had said to me and Gus that ‘You two have a competitive streak’, he hadn’t meant it as an instruction.
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Thanks, this made me laugh :DReplyDelete
Lol! Winkie... Love it!ReplyDelete
Thank you Sonia and Denise!ReplyDelete
Made me giggle.ReplyDelete