I whizzed past the scout girl who was selling lemonade on this scorching day on my way to my best friend Mike’s house. Past the weird yellow bike on the pole, past the… Wait! What..? When was there a bike stuck to a pole here? Beside it was a notice board which looked to show why the bike was here. It said:
“He who taketh the bike from the pole would be cursed for eternity!”
So the fool I was, I cut the chain and moved the bike away from the pole. My mistake behind me, a ghastly storm arose. The first thing I thought of was that I was going to be late.