Mailbag Pie-throwing contest

Press, 11 April 1989, Page 14

Mailbag Pie-throwing contest

By

Anna Delany

of Rangiora

One hot day Mark Terry was lying on the beach reading his favourite newspaper, “The Light,” when he saw a heading which read, "Circus on next Saturday.” He had entered a circus before as a clown although he didn’t enjoy that much, so he read through all the activities needed. TJiere was lion taming, Ring-master and most of all they needed a pie-thrower for the “Piethrowing contest.” “A-ah,” thought Mark, “I would be a good piethrower.”

So the next day at 11 a.m. he went to the information box and showed the advertisement to the assistant. She explained how to get there and where to go.

When he arrived a guard stopped him at the door and asked, “Why are you trying to enter while they are practising?” Mark slowly lifted his hand and showed him the advertisement he had cut out.

“Which one?” asked the

guard a little more calmly. Slowly, but a little faster than before, he pointed to “Pie-throwing.” This time the guard welcomed him warmly. He introduced him to his friends.

Every day he practised his part. Finally the day came. Mark waited almost an hour until his part was called out. He walked on stage.

As he started to pick up his fourth pie Mark saw a green ray touch him and the next thing he knew he was walking down the street holding a pie, talking to a group of robots. Just then he realised he was a robot in his own town, his own street, and beside his own house. His house had turned into a stylish apartment so he unlocked the door and walked in. He felt like a bath so he walked into his bathroom and ran a bath and hopped in. As soon as he hopped in the same green ray hit him but this time everything went in reverse. Soon he was back at the circus throwing pies.