I tossed and turned in my bed uncomfortably as if I had ants in my pants, unable to fall asleep. Out of the blue, someone - or rather something - tapped on the window. I drew back the curtains and realised that it was a flying magic carpet! “Wh-wh-w- what?” I stammered, rubbing my eyes, “What on earth are you?”
“I am the legendary and exotic flying magic carpet!” it announced grandly, in a sing-song sort of voice. “I can only be flown three times, and after that I will leave and find another master. I also have a unique power that makes me the best carpet in the world: when you wrap me around you, my new master, you will become invisible!” It was rather queer for a small little girl like me to be called “master”.
“You’re amazing!” I exclaimed, “Do you really know how to fly? Why don’t you take me to the White House for a try? I’ve always wanted a visit to the White House. White House - here we go!” I climbed onto the carpet and off we went. The magic carpet was like a McLaren, and in seconds, we were travelling at top speed through the tenebrous night sky. We were flying so high above that I thought I even could touch the moon! The stars were shining brightly like millions of little Christmas lights. It was quite windy and I had to hold tight onto the magic carpet while my dressing gown flapped around, hitting me quite harshly on the back.
I was immensely grateful that as we arrived at the White House, the dressing gown stopped slapping my back. I wrapped myself inside the carpet and tiptoed inside the White House, as quiet as a churchmouse. “Unbelievable!” I thought to myself. As that thought penetrated through my mind, I accidentally kicked a guard who was a sleeping log in the shin. “Welcome to the White House! Would you like a cup of -” but as he was about to say ‘tea’, he found out that there was no one there. I went forward a little and saw an open door and tiptoed inside. There I saw Trump and Pence discussing something. Trump was doing the ‘open-and-close hand gesture’ as he kept repeating ‘China’ in a jeering tone.
“Listen here Pence, the debate is tonight at Cleveland Building. If Joe wins the debate, you will help me open all the ballots by mail one by one, and throw away the ones that voted for him, okay?”
“Great idea,” Pence said maliciously, rubbing his hands together, “Good luck.” and they departed.
I exited the White House and commanded the carpet to take me to the ‘Cleveland Building’ immediately. When I arrived, the moderator, Chris Wallace, and Joe Biden were already sitting there. I decided to tell Wallace about what Trump said once the debate began. While I waited, I hid under Biden’s chair.
Trump arrived and sat down. Then, after Wallace asked his first question, I unwrapped myself and climbed out. I positioned myself in the middle of Trump and Biden, and in front of Wallace.
“I do not remember inviting you here.” he said, coolly.
“Sir, may you please let me explain. Now, back in the White House, Trump said to Pence…” I explained to the moderator what Trump had said back then.
After I finished, Wallace said, “Thank you very much.” He then raised his voice and turned to the door, “Guards!” he shouted, pointing towards Trump. “Seize that man! Then bring Pence to the police station - I will be there shortly.”
The guards took Trump away with him, as Trump squealed like a freaked out mouse. He was red in the face, pointing his index finger at me shouting, “You can’t trust this ruddy girl! How on earth can she get into the White House!”. He was an exploding volcano, contorted with fury and throwing a huge tantrump.
Biden gave me a pat on the back, “Thanks for your tremendous help,” he said, “Would you like to have a breakfast party with Kamala and me? It would be fabulous!”
“Yes please!” I replied, as a gigantic grin spread across my face. I jumped up and down in joy and thanked the magic carpet. “It’s all thanks to this magic carpet which made me invisible, so that I could get into the White House!”
Now, where should I go next on the last journey with the magic carpet? Of course, back home! I thanked Joe and climbed back on the carpet once again. I couldn’t wait to tell my mum all about this exciting night!
~ The End :) ~
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