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The Many Adventures of Dangerous Dave and Silly Steve
Chapter 2 - GOOAAALLLL! Steve and Dave decided they would walk to the beach, they didn’t really like getting in the car with Nan, she rarely wears her glasses so she tends to drive on the pavement a lot. There had been a few times she had ran over peoples prized flower beds, or uprooted a lamp post, the reason Scribbles only has 3 legs is an unfortunate accident with Nan’s driving. She accidently hit the postman once, Steve and Dave offered to deliver the rest of his mail as he had to go to the hospital. The postman gladly accepted their kind gesture and went off in the ambulance where he received treatment for a broken arm and bent big toe. Dave and Steve were very proud of themselves delivering all the rest of the mail, they had never been postmen before and found the whole experience very exciting. They had found it a bit confusing at first as the postman hadn’t actually told them where to deliver the mail (they hadn’t realised that you delivered it through the letterbox of the address on the envelope) but they came up with the most brilliant plan, they decided that they would deliver the mail to anyone that walked past, so they went all through the town handing out letters and parcels to people passing them by. They even gave a parcel to the homeless man that lived under the bridge he was very impressed with his new pair of trainers, they decided they would save the biggest parcel for Nan as she was very upset after accidently hurting the postman with the car. Nan was even more impressed than the homeless man with her parcel as she received a very fancy, rather large hamster cage, she had always wanted a hamster, there wasn’t a hamster in it however, Nan improvised and she now puts Scribbles the cat in there sometimes. Poor Scribbles. Needless to say, the postman not only broke his arm that day and bent his big toe but also lost his job as a postman, his boss wasn’t very happy that nobody had received their mail and he’d had lots of angry people ringing him to complain. Nan hadn’t been in when they had left for the beach because she was playing football with Norris. They were very relieved about this besides the car only had three tyres at the moment so that was definitely a recipe for disaster.
By Hannah B5 years ago in Fiction
The Many Adventures of Dangerous Dave and Silly Steve
Chapter 1 - Let’s go to the beach! Dangerous Dave and Silly Steve are best of friends, they live with Dangerous Dave’s Nan. She can’t hear very well and she likes to sleep a lot.
By Hannah B5 years ago in Fiction
Where the Heart Is
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By LUCINDA M GUNNIN5 years ago in Fiction
Grandpa
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By Nancy Gwillym5 years ago in Fiction
At Least the Reception Was Decent
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By M.J. Weisen5 years ago in Fiction
Corner
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By Bethy Parr5 years ago in Fiction
Jack and I
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Last Words of a Creaking Barn Door
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By Del5 years ago in Fiction
Try
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By Amanda Starks6 years ago in Fiction
Centre of Life
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By Mo Darasi9 years ago in Fiction