Boy I was excited! In six hours time I was going to the Queen's Birthday Firework Celebration at Buckingham Palace. "Oy! Hop into to the car!" Man! Had I really been daydreaming for six hours?
Fireworks danced above me, but that sensation did not last long. Soon I was shooting upwards, my whole body feeling a burning fireball. First I noticed that I was alone. Then I noticed that I was a glistening firework.
I whizzed down, and the next thing I know is that Mother is leaning over me saying things like:
"Crazy child!
Don't know what happened.
Should call the Police!"
Killer plants
16 years ago
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