An Exciting Adventure

Zog yawned. It was a hot, July day, and the sky was a hazy blue. The
perfect day for an outing! He went to his rocket, and set off. The
rocket was made of a bottle, with match sticks as levers, so that Zog
could direct where he was going. He had a pin cushion as a seat, and
the rocket was powered by a cigarette lighter and an elastic
band.

Zog zoomed to earth, and landed on a television aerial. He was in
France! He smelled a fishy smell, as the fragrance wafted up his nose.
He slid down the aerial to see what was going on. There was a window,
and Zog peered through. He could see a number of saucepans, and the
water in the saucepans began to bubble. The window was slightly ajar,
so he climbed down, and dived into one of the saucepans. He found
mussels, and started to eat. The saucepan was very much like a jaccuzi
for Zog, so he paddled his feet. Large people looked down on him. "A
rat! A rat!" they shouted. Fly swatters thumped down beside Zog, but he
had just escaped out of the window. He flew off just in time.

Zog landed back on the moon, and his friend, Wog, was there to meet
him. "Did you have a relaxing time?" asked Wog.
"I was out of breath most of the time," replied Zog.
"Was it fun?"
"It was thrilling!"
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"I had an exhausting, thrilling and formidable time." And Zog fell
asleep before he waved Wog goodbye.

***

None of the little people went on any more outings for quite a while
afterwards, as Zog had been telling everyone about his adventures. Wog
was the first to know, and one dark night he set out for earth. He
zipped of quietly, and was soon jetting off to England. In England it
was already dawn, but the manor by the moor remained sleepy and docile.
Shunk! Down the chimney went Wog's rocket, and Wog popped out. He
landed on a red armchair. A roaring fire was in the hearth, and a
comfortable hole was in the armchair. Wog snuggled into it, and was
soon fast asleep.

Another dawn came, and a strange bird sang. Wog was suddenly stricken
with panic! He was trapped, and large people were sure to be about any
second. Wog jumped down onto a springy board, and was soon flying in
the air. He sailed into a hole in the wall, and was in the piping. The
pipe twisted and turned, and Wog was going very fast. He slowly came to
a stop, and was very annoyed to see that he was right underneath the
springy board. He clambered out, and recalled something strange from
his ride. There had been another pipe to the right, and he immediately
went over to the hole, and tried the other one. He fell out next to a
group of giant men! They had black top hats on, and jelly, lamb, pork,
steak, trifle and cake, to feast upon! They laughed and joked, except
one man, named James. "I hear something in the piping, slithering down
to get our food!"cried James. The others laughed.
"I heard smothing!" exclaimed James.
"Good for you! You are not deaf after all!" remarked another man. The
rest rolled up with laughter. James got down on his hands and knees,
and scrabbled around. Wog froze. "Fellows, I am going to be rich!" said
James, picking up poor Wog. And, I am very afraid to tell you this,
but, she was sold to the vilest man encountered. Lord Bracken, commonly
known as Ripper. I am also very afraid to tell you that the story
continues in Bracken the Bad. Goodbye!