成人快手

by Alfie M

It was no ordinary moon; it was the largest moon that Malcolm had ever seen, it lit up the sky so that night became day. It was truly a supermoon so low in the sky that Malcolm became convinced that with a large extendable ladder and his old rowing boat he would be able to leave the small Northern fishing village where he had grown up and touch its surface.

He entered the millpond calm waters of the North Sea and rowed towards the glistening sphere that appeared to be hanging like a giant cheese just a few feet above the tranquil waters. As Malcolm left the harbour entrance with his back to the moon, he pulled long slow powerful strokes on the oars as his father had taught him as a child.

The further he rowed from the harbour the later into the night it became but the further he rowed the brighter the sky became. Malcolm peered over his shoulder to see the glowing globe becoming closer and closer and larger and larger.

After two hours of rowing, he looked up and there directly above him was the supermoon. He lay back in the rowing boat and soaked up this amazing vision.

With the help of his Grandfathers old wooden ladder and the calm sea he stood the ladder up in the boat and leant it against the surface of the moon. As he climbed the creaky rungs, he felt safe in the knowledge that it had been used by his father and grandfather for decades before. As he stepped off the top rung, he quoted the immortal words "one small step for man one giant leap for Yorkshire" and was now standing upside down on the bottom of the moon. "Why," Malcolm thought did he not fall straight into the sea but when he paced forward, he realised that he was glued to the surface of the moon. As he wandered around the giant cheese that was the moon, he stumbled across a flag that was attached to a sturdy wooden pole! It had fifty white stars on a blue background and thirteen red and white stripes. Malcolm looked around to see who was responsible for the flag but everywhere he looked there was nothing but barren landscape. The young fisherman thought what a perfect souvenir of his visit, he leant forward, picked up the flag and popped it in his back pocket, Malcolm looked around, and realised dawn was breaking and the moon would soon disappear. He was left wondering when the moon disappeared if he would end up falling into the sea. So, he hurried back to his ladder and quickly descended, folded it up and rowed away at great speed before the sun rose.

To this day Malcolm's vessel is the only Yorkshire fishing boat to fly the American flag and to this day NASA is still looking for their moon landing flag.