Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Written for Jean Little Scruffs

Poor Little Ollie

In their short lives together, they had been on some adventures,
he and James together,thought Ollie as he watched the rain bouncing off the window.
The pattern of the raindrops running down the pane was a little hypnotic and Ollie began reminiscing as he followed their trickling paths.

There was the time the pair became astronauts, in a shiny red rocket they flew into space, past millions of twinkling stars.
Or, and Ollie shuddered as he remembered, that giant roller-coaster James had insisted he should go on. Ollie thought he would never need to be as brave as he was on that day.

Ollie's favourite ,though most scary, adventure was the time the friends went to sea. Ollie was the captain of an old,wooden ship. Together they sailed the high seas. For days they looked out at the calm blue ocean, the only excitement was a school of dolphins who had stopped by for a chat. The only excitement that is until the night of the storm.
The little boat shook and shuddered, tossed and turned as the howling wind blew and rain smashed down against it.
Fearing for their lives the plucky duo managed to hang on all through the cold,wet night until daylight came and they found themselves washed ashore on a beautiful sandy island.
Ah yes, Ollie muttered, we have had some adventures.

After all, he had driven fast cars, flown in hot air balloons and even held the World Cup..

Of course there had been injuries along the way, thought Ollie. He rubbed the part of his nose, where James had performed surgery to help him breathe, and the back of his head was also evidence of James' medical skills.

I hope James decides soon,that he doesn't want to be a surgeon when he grows up, Ollie sighed, pulling at the bandage on his foot.

I'd quite like to work in a library.


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