Discussion on Bad Hemingway

For Alex, nothing was as good as pranks. His parents would often say the day he stopped pulling pranks that would be the day when donkeys would fly. He laughed at his own thought and hid the wire with leaves. His trap had been laid and now it was time for action to happen. A child-like grin lit up his face as he saw his target entering the field. He quickly hid behind the kitchen door and saw as his little brother with a book. He was in his own world as he pulled the wire and he had a look of surprise on his face before pink paint was poured on him from the tree above. Alex had to stop himself from doubling over there in laughter but he had to see the next stage of his prank. White feathers fell down on pink paint and he finally could not hold it in. Loud laughter erupted from him.

“Brother!!” Steve yelled in rage but he could not stop himself from laughing.

“There is a flamingo in our garden!” Alex shouted at the top of his lungs and a few heads popped up from the neighbour’s house and they could not help but laugh themselves.

“Just you wait, I am going to get you for this!” Steve’s face was scrunched up in anger and it only caused Alex to laugh more. Steve was looking like an angry flamingo. Seeing this, he dashed in the house from the kitchen door. Finally, after a while, Alex picked himself up from the ground and wiped tears away from his eyes. What could he say? He used to watch Horrid Henry and the show inspired him just too much. He still had a lot of pranks to try. A laugh escaped him as he went back in his house.