“Another Friday the 13th is here,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus, waking up and seeing the calendar on the kitchen wall. “And this one is in December. I can expect a day of bad luck.”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus looked out his kitchen window. The sky was clear blue and it didn’t look ike there was any wind.
“I am going to go outside,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “The weather looks nice out there. Maybe this won’t be a bad day after all.”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus stepped out onto his porch. All of a sudden, the wind picked up. It blew the hat right off his head.
“That is my favourite hat,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus.
Unlucky Uncle Ungus started to go back inside the house. When he opened the porch door, the wind blew the door off its hinges. Unlucky Uncle Ungus and the porch door tumbled over the porch railing and landed in the flower garden. The weight of himself and the porch door, crushed the shrubs that were growing at the edge of the garden.
“I just planted these a few months ago,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus, standing up and brushing himself off.
Unlucky Uncle Ungus didn’t see the dark cloud above his head. However, he did feel the torrential downpour.
Unlucky Uncle Unguis took shelter in his garage. He was grateful he had a dry space to stay while he weathered the storm. However, he wasn’t happy for long. The storm was blowing the shingles off the roof of the garage and it caused the roof to leak.
This is definitely a bad luck day,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “Next Friday the 13th, I am not going to go outside.”
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