I was just sitting quietly on my red rocket when all of a sudden it seemed too take off like a nitro infused formula one racing machine.
The look on my face says it all........agggghhhhhhhhh. I was shitting myself. I mean how was I going to be able to slow down without a parachute breaking system. Then I heard some giggling and looked around to see the cause of my speed and there it was. A sprinting ginga.
This was no ordinary ginga, he appeared to have the rage..... maybe that does make him an ordinary ginga? How was I going to slow him down so that we both didn't launch into space at super sonic speed. I had an idea.
"cookie" I shouted. The ginga stopped mid stride and started to sniff the air, he could smell the golden loot. Off he ran with his little trotters clicking on the wooden floor. I was safe.... temporarily. Who knows where the red menace will rise again, beware everyone.
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OMG Kerri..........they both have your Fred Flinstone feet.
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