Recently I was asked to help with a Flat Stanley project and thought it might be rather fun to add a little story along with the picture.
For Bailey Gabriel and her friend Flat Stanley.
It was a cold and stormy night. I was awoken as the ship rocked and bucked in the foam. Crawling onto deck the night was sullen and dark, rain lashed against my face. Almost from out of nowhere a crash sounded. A muckle cannonball punched a HUGE whole in the side of the ship and these pirates in kilts started swinging on board. Dressed in kilts and holding big, pointy swords between their teeth. I don't mind telling you I was a little alarmed. Scottish Pirates! The worst of the worst kind at that.
They took us all prisoner and into the row boats we went. A clunk, and one of them bopped me on the back of the head. When I woke up the next morning, I was in a cage, a prisoner with no way to escape! We were all sitting in cages on a desert island while the horrible pirates, who by the way had absolutely no manners, scoffed on mutton stew all around.
They had taken all my clothes so I had nothing but my underpants on, the meanies! I waited for night until all the pirates fell asleep, and one by one they did. Using my secret ninja skills, I picked the lock on the cage with a splinter and made my escape. Though it was not a great situation, I had no clothes. I was going to have to steal some pirate clothes and on the washing line was a kilt and a waistcoat, well that's not great but better than nothing.
On the beach was a little row boat, one of the ones I was brought to the island in, I got into it and paddled as hard as I could. The next day a passing oil tanker picked me up and brought me home.
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