Toby, grade four, brought his new top to school.
Spinning on the smooth gym floor with the grade six kids before class, Toby whipped it expertly.
Ronnie strolled over and admired Toby’s form and his top.
“Hey, kid, nice spin action, you’re a natural.”
“Thanks, Ronnie.”
“Bet you could spin it, run around the school, and it’d still be going when you got back.”
“Think so?”
“I know so.”
Toby whipped his top and bolted outside, running like the wings of Mercury were on his feet.
He made the circuit and returned, out of breath.
No Ronnie, no top.
Snookered.
Spinning on the smooth gym floor with the grade six kids before class, Toby whipped it expertly.
Ronnie strolled over and admired Toby’s form and his top.
“Hey, kid, nice spin action, you’re a natural.”
“Thanks, Ronnie.”
“Bet you could spin it, run around the school, and it’d still be going when you got back.”
“Think so?”
“I know so.”
Toby whipped his top and bolted outside, running like the wings of Mercury were on his feet.
He made the circuit and returned, out of breath.
No Ronnie, no top.
Snookered.
