The boy on the yellow bike
Aoibhín Ní fhearghail
One day me and my brother Cillian went to the park. On the way we saw a boy on a yellow bike screaming “help!! I can’t get it to stop…”
“Where did you get the bike? “ Cillian asked
“The dump - there was even a helmet there” he called..
“Maybe it didn’t want to be taken?” I said, “Did you try putting it back?”. The bell on the bike suddenly rang.
We all looked at each other nervously.
“No! that just might work. Thanks!” he shouted back to me as he disappeared into the landscape.
Hope it works!
The end
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