STOKE SOUTH CARNIVAL, you were amazing. Such a beautiful day, surrounded by beautiful people. And such imaginations too...
Here is your very own 'Story for Stoke', written one beautiful word at a time by festival goers. It's got the best ending I think we've ever had....
Once upon a time a dog jumped over the wall and sniffed out a bone. Licking the lolly, he saw a bacon and cheese oatcake and screamed loudly, "FOOD!". Then Rhys ate it, "YUM!"
Sadly the dog cried, then pooped in the air and it landed on Rhys's head! Lydia said, "I want shampoo and jammy dodgers, I want to jump so high!". "What happened?" Rhys cried, "Heck, what do I do? I don't know, maybe I'll go to the park/pub".
Elsewhere, an atom bomb boomed, crackled within the ship called 'Puffin' and the captain said, "Aye up, duck, we're broken!" and they drowned. The suddenly, BANG! Another stuck ship appeared over the gloomy sea. It couldn't move because they were deeply in snow. They got some snow shoes, in pink. "We''l escape! To the Island, the lighthouse is just there". Then they fell in the snow... DUN DUN DUUUUUUNNNN!
Somebody dug a big hole and jumped in and saved the Gruffalo. The the monster ate the robot.
Happiness descends over the Mummy in Egypt. "Hello", said Kenzi, said Joseph, "No idea, Dad!"
Eventually, sense prevailed and someone brewed tea.
THE END
