Once in a London hospital lay
a man in Room 14, called Oliver.
One day his best friend Stan came to visit him because he
didn’t have anything else to do, and then the Doctor
came in and sang: “Good afternoon, my polite and nice
patient. How are you doing today?”
“Fine, thank-you,” replied Oliver cheerfully.
A few minutes passed, and Stan had done something dreadful.
First, he lifted the weight that was holding Oliver’s
leg up nicely, so the Doctor stamped over to him and said,
in a strict way, “Put that down!” Then he fell
out of the window, and because the hospital was a skyscraper
the Doctor was even more scared than falling out of a house!
Luckily he held on to the window ledge and climbed back in,
but he told Oliver now even he had a broken leg and it was
all Stan’s fault!
Oliver and Stan left the hospital and got home, and a different
Doctor came the next day and said: “When you broke your
leg you were stressed about something or someone.” Oliver
pointed to Stan and then Stan started whining and the Doctor
just sat there, confused! Then Oliver said: “He does
that all the time when he gets the blame or he has to do something
he doesn’t like.”
A few more moments of confusion came to the Doctor!
“Anyway Doctor, can you finish what you were saying?”
“Oh yes,” said the Doctor, waking up from his
confusion.
“You should go out into the country and drink water
and plenty of it.”
So they got their trailer and travelled to the country where
there was a little tiny river right next to where the parking
would be, and then they saw something black was floating in
the river. Stan picked it up.
“Look, Oliver, I have found a cup,” he said.
As soon as he said it, the cup quickly turned into a key!
“That’s a key, you idiot!” Stan put it on
a string round his neck.
A few weeks of lovely sunshine passed by. And Stan and Oliver
went home and while they were walking down town someone jumped
of a bus and shouted: “Hey, that’s MY key! Can
I ask you something? What were you drinking when you found
it?”
Oliver bonked Stan on the head and said politely to the lady:
“What does this key open?”
“Not telling!”
“What’s your address? Give us a clue about the
key!”
“O.k. My address is 21 Baker Street, London, and the
clue is, it has my name on it.”
“But what is your name?”
“It’s Diamondy. Now STOP asking questions!”
“O.k. bossy!”
So Stan and Oliver went home and thought about the key. Then
they went to bed, with the key downstairs, wrapped up in a
pillowcase. Then at about 10 o’clock in the morning,
Stan and Oliver went to Diamondy’s house and started
searching for what this key opened. They didn’t find
it, but the next day they went there again and they did find
it! It was a tiny box full of diamonds and rubies!
“Wait: I know why that lady’s name was Diamondy.”
“Yes, it was because she kept diamonds and rubies!”
“Do you get it – DIAMONDY!”
“Oh yes, I get it now!”
Oliver started to read the newspaper
“Hey, look Stan! No, not over there – in the newspaper!
It says Diamondy must have stolen some diamonds and rubies
from the bank.”
“What a naughty thing, hey Stan?”
“Yes! Very naughty.”
So they went to the bank to take all the diamonds and rubies
back. Then they went home to forget about everything!
The End…
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