It’s Friday the 13th
“Oh dear!” exclaimed Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “I just dropped a whole dozen eggs on the floor and they all broke!”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus was angry with himself. He wanted to have boiled eggs for his breakfast.
“I guess I am having scrambled eggs instead,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus.
Unlucky Uncle Ungus ate his breakfast and afterwards, he did the dishes. While he was drying the dishes, a plate slipped out of his hand and fell onto the floor, breaking it in a million pieces.
“What is going on?” asked Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “It is almost like it is Friday the 13th.”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus just happened to glance up at the calendar he had hanging on his refrigerator door.
“Oh my!” cried Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “It is Friday the 13th! How could I have not known that? No wonder things have been going wrong all day today.”
Unlucky Uncle Ungus very carefully picked up the broken glass off the floor and then he went into his living room, took his favourite book off the shelf and spent the rest of the day relaxing.
“Thank goodness the rest of the day was uneventful for me,” said Unlucky Uncle Ungus. “Looks like I made it through this Friday the 13th relatively unscathed.”
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