Lucky Freddie
Alarm’s going off…WAKE UP!! Fred rolled out of bed and scratched his head. The alarm beeped one more time and he slapped it off. He rose slowly, rubbing his thighs vigorously to get the blood flowing. Hmm…funny dream about Mum…gotta call Mum!! Fred rubbed his eyes now to get the vision flowing. His floor was covered in clothes and who-knows-what-else? but he shuffled deftly over to the dresser and thumbed the corner of the little black book. Printed on its cover was a funny word. Mole-skyne…Mole-skeen…gotta call Mum…Mum would know how to say it. Gotta brush my teeth first!!
