Good evening.
Welcome to Dreamtime Stories with Jackie.
Tonight we're going to read the second part of The Rocket Book by Peter Newell.
In part one we visited flats one through seven after the rocket ship had taken off from the basement and gone through all seven flats.
So here we go.
Eighth flat.
Up through the next floor on its way that rocket dread went tearing where Winkle stood in bathrobe gay a tepid bath preparing.
The tub it punctured like a shot and made a mighty splashing.
The man was rooted to the spot then out the door went dashing.
Ninth flat.
Bob Brooks was puffing very hard his football to inflate while round him stood his faithful guard and they could hardly wait.
Then came the rocket fierce and bright and through the football rumbled.
You've got a pair of lungs all right his staring playmates grumbled.
Tenth flat.
The family dog with frenzied mane was chasing Fluff the mouser when the rocket flashed between and quite astonished Tozer.
Now if this dog had wit enough the English tongue to torture he might have growled such silly stuff as whew that cat's a scorcher.
Eleventh flat.
While Carrie Cook sat with a book the phonograph played sweetly.
Then came the rocket and it smashed that instrument completely.
Fair Carrie promptly turned her head attracted by the roar.
Dear me I never heard she said that record played before.
Twelfth flat.
Tavir was searching for a match to light a cigarette but failed to find one with dispatch which threw him in a pet.
Just then the rocket flared up bright before his face and crackled supplying him the needed light.
Thanks awfully he cackled.
Thirteenth flat.
Home from the shop came Maud's new hat.
A hat of monstrous size.
It almost filled the tiny flat before her ravished eyes.
When up through the box so proud the rocket flared and spluttered.
I said that hat was all too loud her peevish husband muttered.
Fourteenth flat.
Tom's pap had helped him start his train and all would have been fine had not the rocket raising cane blocked traffic on the line.
It blew the engine into scrap as in a fit of passion.
Who would have thought that toy said pap would blow up in such a fashion.
Fifteenth flat.
Orlando Pease quite at his ease the morning star was reading.
My dear said he to Mrs.
Pease here's a report worth heeding.
The rocket then in wanton sport flashed through the printed pages.
The lady gasped a wild report then swooned by easy stages.
Sixteenth flat.
Doc Danby was a silly guy so lest he sleep too late he placed a tattoo clock nearby to awaken him at eight.
But ah the rocket smoked that clock and smashed its way clean through it.
You have a fine alarm said Doc but say you overdo it.
Seventeenth flat.
A penny liner Abram Stout was writing a description.
The flame shot up he pounded out then through a mild conniption for through his Flemington there shied a rocket hot and mystic.
I didn't mean to be he cried so deuced realistic.
Eighteenth flat.
Gus Gummer long had set his head upon some strange invention.
Be careful Gus his good wife said it might explode.
I mention just then the pesky rocket flared and wrecked that Yankee notion.
I feared as much his wife declared then fainted from emotion.
Nineteenth flat.
While Bert was on his hobby horse and riding it like mad the rocket on its fiery course upset the startled lad.
Upset the startled lad.
The frightened pony plunged a lot like fury playing tag.
Whoa a spot said Bert who would have thought you such a fiery nag.
Twentieth flat.
A taxidermist plied his trade upon a walrus's head.
It really made him quite afraid to meet its stare so dread when suddenly the rocket bright flared up and then was off.
Oh Minnie cried the man in fright just hear that walrus cough.
Top flat.
Oh it was just a splendid flight that rockets wild career but to an end it came all right as you shall straightway here.
It plunged into a can of cream that Billy Bunk was freezing and froze quite stiff as it would seem and so subsided wheezing.
And thus ends the rockets flight up through 21 flats causing mischief as it came through each floor.
So have a really good sleep and come back soon for more Dreamtime stories with Jackie.
See you soon.
