Unlucky Uncle Ungus knew it was Friday the 13th. He spent the day expecting bad luck to happen to him. Unlucky Uncle Ungus always had bad luck on Friday the 13th, except for this one.
“It is rather strange to not have bad luck,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “Bad luck on Friday the 13th started when I was born. I was born on Friday the 13th.”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus decided he would go out for a treat. He wanted to get an ice-cream cone. He put on his shoes. He tied them up and walked to the ice-cream parlour.
As he walked home, eating his ice-cream cone, his one shoelace became untied. He tripped on it while walking up the stairs. He didn’t hurt himself but his ice-cream cone did go flying.
“And there is the bad luck,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “It is Friday the 13th after all.”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus contemplated whether he should go get another ice-cream cone.
“I think I should just stay home,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “Maybe I will wait until tomorrow when it will no longer be Friday the 13th.”
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