Rowley rides a bike

26.Rowley the stupid 11 year old boy was playing on his unicycle that he stole from nasty the clown. He was riding it down a hill when he lost control and crashed into a pile of horse poo. As he lay there, dazed and confused, he couldn't help but think about how much he loved horse poo. It was his favorite snack, and he could taste it on his tongue already. Just then, Postman Pat and his son Jullian arrived on the scene. Jullian was wrinkling his nose at the putrid stench coming from the horse poo. Rowley couldn't help but giggle at the sight of the clown's former property being treated with such disdain. "Oh my goodness, the smell says Jullian, wafting his hand near his nose." Rowley couldn't help but chuckle at the expression on Jullian's face. As they were about to leave, Rowley spotted a bright red bike in the corner of his eye. It was a beautiful bike, with photos of the seal from Pingu plastered all over it. Rowley couldn't resist trying to steal it. But as he was reaching out to grab the handlebars, a loud honk filled the air. Postman Pat had arrived on his bike, with Jullian in tow. They looked horrified at the sight of Rowley trying to steal the bike. "What the hell do you think you're doing, boy?" Postman Pat shouted, his face contorted with anger. Rowley couldn't believe that he was being yelled at. He had only wanted to see the beautiful bike up close. He had never meant to steal it. "I'm sorry, sir," he said, feeling ashamed. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble." Postman Pat and Jullian exchanged a look, then Jullian nodded towards the bike. "It's okay, Rowley," he said. "We won't tell anyone if you want to take it for a spin." Rowley couldn't believe his luck. He was about to climb onto the bike when a loud ringing interrupted his thoughts. It was his mum, calling to make sure he was okay. "I'm okay, mum," he said, feeling a little embarrassed. "I just fell off my unicycle and got into a bit of trouble." His mum didn't sound too concerned. "Well, you better come home, Rowley," she said. "Your dada is worried sick about you." Rowley couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. He had been having so much fun on the bike, and he was excited to show it off to his dad. But he knew he had to go home, so he could tell his dad that he was okay. As he rode his bike home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. It was the first time he had ever ridden a bike, and he felt like he was flying. He couldn't wait to show off his new skill to his dad, and he was sure he would be able to ride a bike perfectly by tomorrow. When he arrived home, he saw that his dad had made him a special breakfast. There was scrambled eggs and bacon, and there was even a hint of Horse Guinness (which was Rowley's favorite drink) in the air. His dad looked relieved to see him, and he couldn't help but feel grateful. He knew that he had caused his dad a lot of worry, and he was happy to be back safe and sound. As he ate his breakfast, he couldn't help but think about the bike. He wondered if he would ever see it again, or if it would be forever lost to him. But as he looked out the window, he saw that Jullian had brought the bike to his house, and it was sitting in the driveway. Rowley couldn't believe his luck. He had a new bike, and it was even better than the one he had stolen. He knew that he would never forget the day he got his new bike, and he promised himself that he would never do anything to cause his family any more worry.