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Garfield and his life

Winning title

“Garfield and his Life” is the title of this week’s winning story from the depths of a rather full Junior Press Mail Bag. The writer of the story is Lucy Elizabeth Martin, aged eight, of Rangiora. Lucy Elizabeth receives $lO for her winning story. Post work to Junior Press Mail Bag, “The Press,” Private Bag, Christchurch.

By LUCY ELIZABETH MARTIN, aged 8 of Rangiora

Mother Garfield was making Garfield’s bed while he was out playing ball with George, his father.

“Are you ready, Dad? Here it comes.” Garfield threw it. And where do you think it went? Right through the window. “Garfield!” said his mother, Molly. “You come here. You naughty boy.”

Garfield went to hide. He hid in the mail-box. "Garfield!” yelled father.

“Here I am,” said Garfield. “Where?” said his mother. “Right here.” “Garfield, come out. I have got some bad news for you. You are getting too big. You are going to live by yourself.” "Yippee!” he yelled. “I’ll pack my bag now.” And this is what he did. He put on 10 pairs of undies, two singlets, his pyjamas and his pink-and-white nightcap, and a pair of baggy pants. “Oh! and I can’t forget my teddy bear,” he said. Then he kissed his father and mother and set off. And as he walked he sang a little song ad it went like this ... “a little house is just for me if I can have lasagne for my tea.” When he got to his little house he looked in there. It was as pretty as a little pink mouse. Then he looked for the key but he could not find it. So he went next door and asked, “Have you got the key for that house?” "Yes, I have. Here you go.” Garfield looked. He thought the wee mouse was beautiful. What do you think he said? “I like you. Would you like to come and have

lasagne with me?” he said.

“Oh! I would love to,” she said. “What time shall I come?” “About six o’clock. Oh! and I would like us to get married. Shall we get married tomorrow?”

“Okay, then,” and she kissed him goodbye. They got married the next day and went on a honeymoon. They went to Puddleby on the Marsh. They had a lovely time and that was that.

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Bibliographic details

Press, 30 September 1986, Page 14

Word Count
394

Garfield and his life Press, 30 September 1986, Page 14

Garfield and his life Press, 30 September 1986, Page 14

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