1 Dribbling Drew

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Dribbling DREW ONCE UPON A TIME there was a boy named Drew. Drew dribbled a lot. This wasn't just normal everyday dribbling, the odd globule of gob gloop running down your chin. Oh no, this was dribbling on an INDUSTRIAL SCALE. Here was a boy who could dribble litre upon litre of dribble a day.

Now you may wonder why Dribbling Drew dribbled so much. Well, it was because he was an incredibly lazy individual. If he could, he would sleep 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, 365 days a year. And, as Drew snoozed, he drooled. "ZZZZZZZ" PLOP! "ZZZZZZZZZZ" PLOP! went the drool as it landed on the floor. On school mornings, the boy would have to be dragged out of bed by his feet. If he had his way, Drew would be wheeled to school every morning in his bed. And, as soon as he arrived at school, he would go straight back to sleep. "ZZZZZZZ" PLOP! "ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ." PLOP! Drew liked nothing more than having a nice long snooze during his lessons. He had even been known to take a sleeping bag into school. That way he could doze through every single subject.

PE was a hard one to sleep through, but Drew found a way. For example, during football matches he would ask to be in goal and then climb up on to the net and have a nap. If any of the kids scored a goal, he would moan if they celebrated too loudly and woke him up. Because Drew slept through every lesson, he always found himself bottom of the class.

When Drew Snoozed in lessons, he would dribble all over his desk. The dribble would trickle down to the floor. where a large puddle of drool would collect. If the lesson was DREADED double history, the dribble would end up as something of a pool. No one knew quite what was in Drew's dribble. It was transparent like water, but thick and sticky like glue.