Harry Winterbottom is a very little boy who has a very enormous pair of spotty underpants.
He’s got lots of other pants too, but the spotty ones are definitely his favourite.
They are also far more enormous than any of his other pairs because he wears them quite so often and pulls them up really high, so that people can see the spots. So, now they are all stretched and it’s getting to the point where Harry can’t wear them anymore.
Harry is a little sad about this. He wonders if there is something else he could use his pants for.
Could they make a snazzy hat?
No. Too floppy.
Could they be used as a shopping bag?
No. The apples would roll out of the leg holes.
Could they make a cosy den to play in?
No. They would let in too much light.
Alas, Harry can’t think of a single new use for his oh-so-enormous pants.
But he still doesn’t want to part with his favourite old under crackers. And so, the very day that his mother decided it was time to put them in the bin, she found she had a bitter tug-of-war on her hands.
Harry gripped the waistband of his dear old briefs whilst his mother clung to a leg hole.
And both HEAVED.
And HEEEEEAVED.
But, Harry’s mother was too strong and when Harry’s foot slipped on the kitchen tiles he was flung over his mother’s head, out of the window and ‘PLOP’ on to Mr Kibble’s rose bushes, three gardens down!
“Yikes!” Harry’s mother yelled. “My darling little Harry! I’ve thrown him clean out of the window!”
But ...
“Eureka!” Harry screeched
“We’ve just invented the Cata-Pant! We’ll be able to catapult anything, anywhere!
And we’ll never have to throw-out a pair of pants again. Think of all the recycling!”
Nowadays, Harry is a very, VERY rich little boy indeed.
He’s been named ‘Young Entre’Pant’neur of the Year’ and has been on the front cover of Inventor Magazine three times already!
And all because he refused to give up on his favourite pair of spotty underpants!
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