I’m late!!!!!! yelled Mr. Bean sprinting down the driveway. He jumped in his car and drove away. Screech! He skidded right out side the pub. Running into the pub Mr. Bean slid down the railing on the stares. The piano creating a peaceful vibe. But all the chatter covering the song was defining. The gentle Wight octopus swimming around sucking in food in a glass cage. Mr. Bean sat on a couch. Boing! A springing spring shot out of the couch ahh!! He just realized a DO NOT SIT!!! sign. ahh!!! Mr. Bean screamed. “There he is yelled a policeman”!!!!!!
THE PUB
on
Hi Nick,
I enjoyed your story this week. It’s a real ‘caper’. There’s lots of action going on and I can visualise all the activities.
Keep up the great work.
Ms Brennock
Team 100 w/c
Dublin,
Ireland