This guy offered me a ride on his yacht. It was great. He shouted ‘duck’ but I couldn’t see one. Suddenly the boom swung round, knocking me overboard. The clot didn’t even notice I’d gone.
I swam to a little island. I paddled, built a sandcastle then realised I was marooned. What now?
I arranged some stones to spell the word HELP. It worked! A girl landed her paraglider. I jumped on her back, she ran along the shore and we shot skyward. What fun! Weeeee! I stretched out my arms like aeroplane wings.
Bad move. I fell back into the briny.
I swam to a little island…..
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