One lovely Monday morning I got picked out of my friends, I heard Mr Bluesman (the firework manager) say “This special little striped firework will be a big, crazy hit at the ceremony, John.”
“Great we need lots of different sorts of fireworks because many people are going to see the tall ships coming in, so we need to keep them entertained.” A deep voice whispered (I guess that is John). Then two strong, tall men put me in a dusty old box with white shiny foam as white as the full moon. I felt like I was being suffocated as they closed the dark, spooky, dodgy box. They sent me somewhere strange I don’t know where but it was a bumpy ride I’m sure of that! I don’t reckon it was that far from JKF (Jacob Kangaroos Fireworks) but I knew this was the start of a new exiting adventure…
In approximately 45 minutes to 1 hour (I think?) I felt a cold, damp, scaly hand and I saw a dazzling hopeful stream of light, I could hear cheers of laughter as well as I smell the salty chips and ice cream. I knew I was at the docks, but where? I also heard a faint whistle of an angry boat driver (sounds like his fuel is low.) Suddenly I saw a shining silver rack gleaming in the beautiful sunlight with other colourful fireworks on it. All hooked up to a stick of dynamite taped to the bottom of each individual firework.
CLUNCK! I got chucked on to the slimy rack. I bet they are laughing behind my back! I lay on my front all afternoon and watched gleaming boats coming in and moving to the side as if there was something scary coming up behind their backs.
The other fireworks looked at the sky where they were going to die tonight, waiting patiently as families started to arrive. Then all of a sudden…pow! Up I go, I can see children’s spirits lifting as I go bang! I am now floating up into heaven.