john9221
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Jar Jar Stinks?I paused. What if I really did zap to somewhere gross or deadly? Would sunscreen save my bum in a black hole? Then I remembered. I could just transport myself straight back to my dad's lab with the portable zapporter! Everything would be cool [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], as long as I didn't freak out. And I never did that.But first, I had to wait until my dad ran out of inventing steam. Around midnight I heard him stagger down the hall to his bedroom. Next came a whump as he collapsed onto his bed [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], followed by a series of smaller plop sounds that I knew came from the road-kill animals hopping onto his bed with him. I tiptoed down the hall and peered into Dad's room. He was snoring already, still fully dressed, and covered in bandaged mini-beasts. I pulled his door shut (that way, he'd be kept busy a little longer when he awoke, cleaning up their multiple poopsicles (especially Abdul's)), and snuck down the hall toward the secret door.With luck, I'd be zapped back in time for breakfast, my backpack bloated with booty.DC Green is the author of 'Erasmus James and the Galactic ZAPP Machine', a funny and action-packed tale of friendship [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], intergalactic zapping, flatulent horses, environmental havoc and bus-sized chickens for 8-108 year olds. An award-winning fiction yilai:
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