pointed out Stanley. “I bet they stank too.”
“You reckon?” asked Morris, uncertain.
“Of course they did!” Stanley promised him gleefully as Morris gave him the long-lost football sock back. Morris stuffed the paper into Stanley’s smelly sock and stuck it back onto the dinosaur’s body, reusing the not-very-sticky-any-more bits of sellotape that were hanging from it.
“You know, it does look better. Thanks Stanley!” Morris was delighted.
“You’re welcome!” shouted Stanley, cycling off and clutching his football sock to his chest as if it was the most precious thing on earth.
Which, come to think of it, it was!
A note from the author
I hope you enjoyed this story and it made you smile!
I’ve always loved writing. I wrote my first stories when I was about 7, all about Apple and Carrot! English was my favourite subject at school and I went on to study it at Oxford University. I did a postgrad degree in Publishing Studies and Stirling University and then began working as a desk editor. I took a few years out to be an accountant, but when we moved to Ireland from England in 1992, I set myself up as a freelance editor and indexer, and I’ve been doing that ever since. I’m married to Chris, have three children - Benjamin, Caitlin and Ruadhri - and since 2006 we’ve all lived in France on a 75 acre farm. We run a gite and carp and farm llamas, and also edit ebooks.
My first books were published in 1996. I have around 30 to my name now and I’m moving into adult fiction and non-fiction, as well as carrying on writing for children and young adults.
Follow my blog about our life as expats, which is never dull, at https://www.bloginfrance.com and find out about my other books at https://www.booksarecool.com. Follow me on Twitter too: https://www.twitter.com/@booksarecool23
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