Morris’s Morris Minor

Press, 13 May 1986, Page 18

Morris’s Morris Minor

By

BRENT RUSSELL,

aged 10. Once there was a man named Morris who liked his little Morris Minor. He went everywhere in his Morris even to Timbuctoo where he met his old schoolmate that he hadn’t seen for years and years and years. His old mate’s name was Michael, he lived in a mansion, called Michael’s Mansion. Believe it or not that moon of a guy had a Morris Minor. But it was a posh little Minor. It had a woolly cube hanging from the tyof.

One morning Morris went out into his garage, he hopped into his car, turned the ignition and started to go down the driveway. All of a sudden bong, bang, boom! So he hopped out of his car and went to the front of it and opened the bonnet. He looked at the head gasket and the carburettor but they were all okay. So he looked at the coil. It was broken, so he walked back up the drive and got his tool-box and another coil and walked back down the drive to his car. He opened his tool-box and got out a spanner and a

driver. He got the spanner and undid the nut. He got the screwdriver and undid the bolt then he rattled the coil off and put the new one in. He got the spanner and the nut and did it up. He got the screwdriver and the bolt and did it up, then he got into his car and started it up. He went down his driveway and on to the road but who should he meet but old Michael his old schoolmate. He pulled over to the side of the road and said, “You’re a bit late for work don’t you think MORRIS!”