Captain Fumble Sails a Bathtub
Captain Ferdie Fumble was ten years old and sure that every great explorer began with a bathtub. So one sunny Saturday, he dragged the old tub from behind the shed down to the edge of Mill Pond. He tied his sister's red scarf to a broom handle for a sail and used a soup ladle for an oar. His crew was a pile of socks with button eyes.
"All aboard!" Ferdie called to the socks.
The tub slid into the water with a slap. It floated! Ferdie puffed out his chest and said, "Land ho!" even though the only land in sight was the very place he had left.
He paddled and paddled. The wind pushed the scarf, and the tub spun in a slow circle. Ferdie did not mind. He sang a sea song, and the ducks followed him, quacking along.
Halfway across the pond, he noticed that his feet were wet. The tub had a small hole at the bottom, right where the drain was supposed to be. Water bubbled up like a tiny fountain.
"Abandon ship!" cried Ferdie, then remembered the pond was only knee deep. "Never mind," he said. "Stay calm, crew."
He pulled off one muddy sneaker and jammed it into the hole. The bubbling stopped. Ferdie sailed on, hopping on one foot to keep the other dry, and he bumped gently onto the far shore, where his grandfather was waiting with a sandwich.
"Captain," said Grandpa, "I would say your ship is a fine one, if a little shoeless."