Yey! We’re going to the pub for my uncle’s sixtieth birthday.

We were the last ones to get there. When I got out of the truck there was a noise  – it was the leaves rustling in the wind. I walked in the door. Everyone was looking at me like we were slow-pokes.

Then I went around hugging everyone. Next I sneaked around the corner. My uncle was around the corner. I saw him but he still gave me a fright.

“Arrr!” I said.