Boomerang

Yesterday’s corner time: 2 Minutes.

I had a run in with some aquatic birdlife yesterday, which resulted in a mild concussion.

Dad had suggested that we go over to the park opposite our house and play with a new boomerang that he had bought.

Now, I’m not used to sticks returning to me once I’ve I thrown them. So, I merrily bounded after this new boomerang thingy only to realise that it had circled around and was returning towards me with alarming speed.

“Duck! Duck!” my Dad shouted. Ducks? I couldn’t see any ducks. What on earth was he on about? Was this really the time to …..

The next thing I knew I was waking up on the sofa at home with a nasty headache.

“Dad, what happened? Did a duck hit me?”

“Hmm yes, that’s right son. Just take it easy and try not to think about it. I’m holding up some fingers – how many can you see?”

“Seventy Three.”

“Either severe visual impairment or we really need to work on your counting.”

I’m adding ducks to the list of things that I don’t like. They can go right after bees and storks.

Matthew.

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