It was nice of him to offer me a lift in his yacht. I’d always wanted to visit the rocky island across the bay. Off we went, bobbing up and down. He shouted ‘duck’. I looked to port and starboard, but I couldn’t see one. It was then the boom swung round, bonked me on the head and knocked me overboard. He didn’t seem to notice and just kept going, chattering away as if I was still there.
Anyway, I managed to swim ashore and I had a nice time clambering over the rocks. I tickled a fish, pinched a crab, chatted with a seagull, tickled another fish then got bored. Then it occurred to me I was marooned. What now?
I found a sandy bit of beach and wrote HEPL in the sand. I realised I spelt it wrong but it didn’t matter because lo and behold, someone came to my rescue.
A pretty girl with diamonds in her hair flew down from the sky. ‘I’m Lucy’ she said. ‘Need a lift?
She told me to jump on her back, so needless to say I did. ‘Hold tight’ she said then we shot up into the sky. Weeeee! I stretched out my arms like aeroplane wings. Bad move. I did a free fall back into the sea.
I suppose I could get like this island.