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Creaitve Story Desert IslandThe bright sun pierced through my silted eyelids as I made a feeble attempt toblock the burning beams of light with my shaking hand. Unsuccessful, I closedmy eyes tightly, shutting unwrap the ball of fire hanging overhead. As my sensesreturned in a excruciating blow, I raised myself up slowly, spitting appear a sense of tasteof sand. With a quick glance, I uncovered an interesting fact. All my wearing apparelwere gone. Then it came flooding back. Back on the SS. TUNA, I had heard a lowrumbling, and then the deck cracked under the force of what moldiness have been amassive explosion. The last thing I could guess was the loud cracking of theships hull, and the I blacked out. The blast must have ruin my clothes cleanoff, and threw me on to this desert island. How odd that my clothes were burnt off, and I was left without a scratch. Shrugging off the many questionsthat my mind bombarded me with, I decided to take a tour of the island, andsearch for a feasible means of escape. "OH SHI-" I stopped myself short of acurse, and looked down at my aching toe. I painfully leaned over and examinedthe ground around my feet, discovering a 1922 Sears inscription. Exhausted andhungry, I reached for a coconut from the only tree. I leaned against the covertree eating the coconut and leafing through the ancient catalogue. persuasionaloud, I muttered, "Gee, I wish I had some clothes". king Magically, I was inthe latest fashions of 1922. Hmmm.......could it be? I flipped through thecatalogue until I found what I was looking for. POOF "Wow, I constantly wanted abread box". Curious as to what else I could find, I thoroughly searched thecatalogue, finding that the sports equipment and hardware sections were torn out,along with a coupon for next years catalogue. I decided that I could intake themagic catalogue to get off the island........but how? BINGO I wished for 20tables, a kite with a VERY long string, a mattress, a thrill, a bathtub and atowel. First, I clogged the bathtub fail with a towel, and laid the mattresson top, and floated it out to the coral. Next, I stacked the tables, so thatthey reached 60 ft. high. Standing on top of the stack, I flew the kite out tothe coral, and snagged it tightly. Pulling the string taunt, I tied it aroundthe table leg, and looped the belt around it, forming a harness.