Fraser

The Lego Thief She woke up in the middle of the biggest Lego store ever. She was whooping with delight. She gathered her bearings. She was close to the good stuff and the exit! There was a pothole outside! Quickly, she selected her sets and ran out of the door. Then she dived into the sewers. She built a raft out of the bricks and sailed away. As she sailed down the river, she heard sirens. She would have to paddle. Off she went, building a paddle out of a bit of her raft. She careered down the sewers with a police boat close behind. She knew the way through. She went hard right, whereas the police kept going straight. They crashed down a waterfall, blowing their boats to bits. She got to her secret hideout. There, she hopped into her superboat, made entirely of Lego, and used the new lego to build a bit more thickness into her hull. Her boat’s CPU, a coveted Mindstorms NXT2.0 (R) (TM), programmed a route through the sewers to the sea. She emerged into the sea, to test her boat’s seaworthiness. It wasn’t that good, but it was better than before. She returned to the sewers for her next assault. She walked into the store, planning to sleep there overnight and steal Lego in the morning. She tucked herself under a shelf and settled down for the night...   When she awoke, she found a SWAT team surrounding her. She knew it was the end. Her boat was moved to the Museum of the Criminally Insane’s Accessories, Gadgets and Vehicles. She was moved to an asylum, where she finally ended her Lego-e and frilly life. Anger! As he stomped into the room, he roared. He smashed some pots on the floor and demanded some chocolate cake. He scratched off the lavish wallpaper, and then ate it. The other guests screamed and ran away. He threw a chair into a wall, smashing it to the ground. I felt like I was burning up inside. I threw a chair into the wall. The people ran away. I smashed some pots onto the ground, covering the floor with annoying water and flowers. The door came off its hinges, smashing to the floor. A Bushfire (With Ts) A fire, flickering through the tall trees and tiny grasses. The tell-tale smell of terrible oils from trees tells toddlers and teenagers it’s time to turn a heel. The fire torments tundra, thrashing through in ten seconds. The tall hills flash with terrible tales of tragedy and torment. Tall telegraph poles tumble to the earth, teeming with heat and telephone warnings that will never come.