Thursday, May 14, 2015

Adah

Stewart was driving to the store to buy a cake for his grandma’s birthday party. He was going to get a chocolate cake with strawberry frosting. He could see the store ahead.

He walked into the store. “I would like a chocolate cake with strawberry frosting,” he said. The store clerk handed him the cake. As Stewart  walked out of the store, he was tempted to eat it.

Stewart was back in the car. He placed the cake on top of his head as he drove away. (He wasn’t very smart.) Stewart opened the window for some fresh air. A family of elk emerged from the bushes. Stewart reached for his camera. The cake slipped, it fell. It tumbled out of the window.

“Oh nooo,” yelled Stewart. He swerved towards the cake. The cake rolled in the water. Stewart followed. He landed in the water with a loud splash.

“I’m having a very bad day,” thought Stewart “Please, someone come and help me!” he yelled to the trees. He yelled and yelled and yelled. Soon he discovered yelling was useless and quit. Somehow he got ahold of his phone. He tried to turn it on. If he was frowning before, he was really frowning now. The only thing that happened when he pushed the power button was a random wire poking out from the bottom.
“My phone broke!” he wailed. Finally coming to his senses,
 he was paddling his car towards the road with the broken window. Suddenly a strong current sent him floating back into the middle of the Columbia river. Just then Stewart had a great idea. In fact, it was the best idea he ever had. Unless you count the time he used an actual bike-pump to put air in his flat tire. He usually just put his mouth on it and blew. But that is another story. Anyways, his idea involved fireworks,lots and lots of fireworks. He just happened to have some with him. He arranged them in a way that clearly said HELP.

A forest ranger was sure to see it. Stewart carefully took out his only match and flicked it against the match box. A small orange flame appeared. Very, very carefully he lit the blue fireworks. They exploded in the air with a loud BOOM!!!
About fifteen minutes later, Stewart saw a green and brown truck pulling up. A young man dressed in all green and brown camouflage stepped out.

“I’m over here!!” yelled Stewart.

The forest ranger said, “I saw your message, so what’s going on here?”

“Um, isn’t it obvious?” asked Stewart impatiently. “I’m stuck in this river!”

“I’m afraid that by myself, I will not be able to help you. But, I can get some of my friends to help me, if you could wait a few minutes,” said the forest ranger.

Forty-five minutes later, the ranger returned with a whole rescue team. One of the ranger carried a long rope. The guy with the rope walked over to the side of the river. He threw the rope to Stewart.

“Grab on,” he said. Stewart tried to swim closer to the rope. When he was just a few inches away, when the current sent him flying in the other direction. On his eight-hundred and fifty-seventh try, he reached the rope. The other forest grabbed the rope’s end, and pulled. They tugged, Stewart was just too heavy. Then the rangers got smart. They tied the rope to three different jeeps.

One got into each of the jeeps and started to move forward. Stewart felt himself being pulled out of the river. Stewart was so happy that when he got out, he started dancing around.
   

"Thank you so much for saving me ," he said.

"You're  very welcome," replied one of the Rangers. Then Stewart had a horrible thought. His car was still in the water!

"What about my car?" be asked.

"What about it?" Send one of the Rangers.

"Will you able will you be able to get out of the river?" asked Stewart.

"I'm sorry, but we can't do that," said a Ranger.

"I can help you pay for it," said another ranger.

"Pay for what?" Asked Stewart.

"Your new car," City Ranger.

Stewart couldn't believe that he had to get a new car. With $30 from each of the seven Rangers he headed to the car shop

The cars shop had a whole section of blue cars. He picked a $1000 blue and red Subaru. Stewart loved his new car. He had it for many years.




 

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