The Great Grey Sandwich! Part 2!

Buried in the Great big pile of food, furniture, paper & food Stew had five seconds to think. ‘Why didn’t I lift him up’. It was the end then, his best friend joe came in he saw the mass of objects & he let out a cry. It was unlike the the sandwich had let out. It was a soft cry  of music like bell birds chirping as one all the objects retreated back to their original positions and stood there shrunk like nothing happened except they were polished & buffed. He was holding a spray and a bunch of tishes.

The teacher came in she looked at the spray & tishes he was holding & ten the tables. “Good boy”  “You win the prize of the rubbish cleaning contest a trip to camp pukuno and you are allowed to take one friend. “ Can I take Joe please” said stewart thinking that he owed him one plus  he wanted to know what was going on.

This story was inspired by Mr T & Miss H