Mike Rofones Adventures
Hi folks, My name’s Mike and I’m an investigative reporter in the Daily Rap newspaper in Florida. I’ve had some hairy adventures and been in some unusual situations and I thought I’d put them down in a kind of story for you. This one’s about the time I went with my pals Indie from Dublin, Ireland and Amy who is from Toronto to the circus. I never thought it would turn out like it did, but read on and you’ll see why. I’ll be updating this every day for the next couple of weeks. So sit back and be prepared to hear one of the most amazing adventures that I have had to encounter.
1 – Mr. Broadhead heads down under
Mr. Broadhead was doing some last minute packing for his holiday in Australia.
“Oh no! I’ve forgotten my swimming trunks!”
He dived into his large suitcase again. Straw hats, sun block, sandals, paperback novels and sunglasses went flying through the air.
Mike Rofone left his computer and came over to help. He plucked out a huge pair of bright blue swimming trunks from the suitcase.
“My God! These are frightening!”
“Mind your own business!” Mr. Broadhead huffed, snatching the swimming trunks from Mike.
“And you’ve got four more pairs in here!” Mike said, dragging out more hideous colored swimming trunks.
“So?” Mr. Broadhead raised an eyebrow.
“So do you plan to spend your entire holiday lying on the beach?”
“Well, yes.”
“Hey, it’s a holiday!” Mr. Broadhead protested. “I can do what I like!”
Mike shook his head in absolute despair. “But you’re going to Australia, Mr. Broadhead! There are so many things to do, to see! Don’t you want to experience something a bit more exciting than getting a suntan?”
Mr. Broadhead was unconvinced. “Like what?”
“Well, you can visit the Sydney Opera House for starters!” Mike said. “And go snorkeling, and diving, and take a day trip to see one of the ranches! And what about Ayres Rock?”
“What about it?” Mr. Broadhead asked stiffley.
“Go and see it!” Mike commanded. “Don’t spend three weeks lying on the beach!”
“Alright, alright!” Mr. Broadhead grumbled, stuffing everything back into his suitcase higgledy piggledy. “Will you look after the newspaper while I’m gone?”
“Of course.”
Mike was officially in charge of The Daily Rap while Mr. Broadhead was away.
“I expect everything to be ship-shape when I get back!” Mr. Broadhead warned.
Mike hid a grin. He did most of the work anyway. “Absolutely, Mr. Broadhead. Don’t you worry about a thing.”
A loud beep sounded from outside.
“That’s my taxi!” Mr. Broadhead yelled, slapping closed the suitcase and running for the door.
“Bon voyage!” Mike shouted.
“You betcha!” Mr. Broadhead said, waving the blue swimming trunks in salute.
At last he was gone. And Mike was in charge.
He clapped his hands together enthusiastically and prowled around the newspaper office. He was full of energy today and dying to get his teeth stuck into something juicy.
“Okay, folks!” he said loudly. “How are we doing on tomorrow’s edition of The Daily Rap?”
“All done, Mike! It’s just gone to press!” someone shouted.
“Oh.” Mike was disappointed. “Well, who’s got a hot story lead for me to follow up?”
Secretaries, reporters and editors looked up.
“Not me, Mike.”
“Nothing this end, Mike!”
“Nope. All quiet, Mike!”
“Oh come on! Someone must have something!” Mike pleaded.
But nobody had.
This was terrible! His first day in charge and he had nothing to do!
Deflated, Mike sat down at his computer. He would surf the Net for a little while, maybe something interesting would catch his eye.
It did.
CAL’S CIRCUS IS COMING TO TOWN!
“Yippee!” Mike said. He loved the circus. And it had been years since he’d been to one.
Quickly, he clicked for more information. Maybe he could do an article for the newspaper on it.
HILARIOUS CLOWNS! DANGEROUS LIONS!
INCREDIBLE TRAPEZE ARTISTS!
COME AND SEE THEM ALL ON-LINE TONIGHT!
“Wow,” said Mike. This sounded fantastic. And there was more.
WE PROUDLY PRESENT THE WORLD PREMIER OF
THE FABULOUS, FANTASTIC, FIVE TROJAN HORSES!!!
NEVER SEEN BEFORE!!!
Trojan Horses? Mike was intrigued. He wondered what these Trojan Horses did. But there was no more information on the site, just an invitation to get on-line tonight and join the circus from the comfort of your living room.
This wasn’t good enough for Mike.
“I’m getting a ring-side seat!” he said. He would go visit the circus in person by way of the Superhighway.
But he couldn’t go on his own.
“That would be TOO sad,” he muttered. No, he needed some company. Somebody who loved circuses as much as him.
“Indie,” he said with a grin. “And Amy.”
Mike hummed happily as he dashed off two e-mails. He was determined that tonight would be a night to remember.
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signed Mike
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