粗心的阿尔叔叔

Uncle Al was coming to stay. Dad said Uncle Al did not bring his brains when he came. “Something always happens,” he said. 
But that’s Uncle Al. He makes me laugh. 

When Uncle Al came, he said he had a good place to go fishing. 
“We’ll stay the night and get up with the birds,”he said.  
“You can always catch big fish then.”

So we went with Uncle Al to the river and we put up his big old tent. 
Uncle Al gave me a pink sleeping bag with fairies on it. 
“I can’t sleep in this,” I said. 
“This is a girl’s one.” But Uncle Al said, “Too bad!”
 
In the night there was a big wind. The tent went...Flap! Flap! Flap! 
“I will have to tie it down,” said Uncle Al. “But how? There is nowhere to tie it.”
Then Uncle Al got one of his good ideas. 
He tied the tent to his old truck! 

Uncle Al was up when the first bird went...Tweet! 
“Oh no!” he said. “I forgot the fishing rods. I will have to go back and get them.”
Uncle Al got into his truck and off he went-fast! 


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But Uncle Al had forgotten about the tent! 
Down the road he went with the tent blowing along like a giant flag. 
And there I was in my pink sleeping bag! 
 
A girl in my class went by with her mother. 
She saw me in that pink sleeping bag with the fairies on it! 
Then Dad laughed. 
So I did too. 
We rolled around in our sleeping bags and laughed! 
That Uncle Al, he is crazy!