Finally Michael was sitting comfortably in the rocket.
“Mr. Brown, are you ready for take-off?”
“10, 9, 8…”
Suddenly Hank’s little daughter came barging through the door. “Daddy, daddy! I named my new unicorn Pinky! And do you know where he lives? He lives in Pinky Planet!”
The rocket heard exactly what she had said thanks to its very sensitive microphones.
“Pinky Planet, Pinky Planet. Blast off!” said the rocket in its robotic voice.
And strangely enough, Michael found himself on his way to Pinky Planet!
To be continued…
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