This is the story of a man who, in pursuit of his dream, got the name “The Star Gazer.”
He heard the cock-a-doodle-doo in the morning at half past seven. Wait? HALF PAST SEVEN! He got out of bed and got dressed as quickly as he could.
He was already late for his lesson with Miss… he didn’t think she had a name, everyone just called her Miss.
He was on his way to the secret place where she taught him when bang! crackle! pop! He heard a noise. He looked up. Oh no! Miss had warned him about this. He shouldn’t have looked up. He tried to move but couldn’t. He was looking straight at what looked like a cloud but it wasn’t. It was an evil spirit that would bind him to the place for all eternity. His body would freeze but his mind would still be operational. The thing that froze him was moving. He had no doubt it would go after Miss next…
It was while we were doing research in the seemingly endless icy desert that is the Antarctic that the team I was assigned to first struck trouble.
It was always known that I had bad luck. Even for something that seemed like it couldn’t go wrong, my luck always found a way.
And this was a trip to the Antarctic.
I was assigned to collect samples from a lake we had found that wouldn’t freeze because of the amount of salt in it.
On the plane to go back home my luck showed itself.
“Ummm, Captain, the plane won’t start, ” is what the pilot had said.
We tried everything in the book to get it going but when it just wouldn’t take off we knew we were in trouble.
And I knew that my bad luck had struck again.
“Hey, Peter, did you see that guy? I think his name is Professor Frank .”
“Yeah, didn’t he make some sort of mind control thing? ”
“Yeah, that’s right. ”
“Know what I’d do if I had that sort of power?”
“Hmm, let me guess! Try and break out of here again?”
” Yes, exactly Keith. How did you know?”
“Because every time you get a little bit of motivation, you try and break out of here and guess what? It would probably fail just like your last fifty-two attempts.”
“Hey, my thirty-second attempt nearly worked.”
“Yeah, well, it didn’t. You got as far as the crocodiles, then got your leg bitten off. Anyway, Peter, back to Professor Frank. They say he’s a nutcase and he’s going try and take over the world with his mind control. ”
“Yeah I … ”
Peter was just about to finish his sentence when his eyes turned red , and so did Keith’s. Then they heard a voice …
“Hello, Johnny. Today I spotted a man in the town square by the name of Patrick. He looks to be a senior stone mason. There was a queue the length of the building we’re in now asking him to do things like make a fireplace or build a wall.”
“Well, Peter, do you think he should join us?”
“Okay, so you know what to do. Watch him for the next few days.”
“Yes, John. See you on Monday.”
“Fine but hurry along now.”
Monday came and Peter thought he should join. John was ready with his flintlock just in case he refused but he didn’t. He agreed and went on to be the greatest stone mason that had ever lived.