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Little Miss Daring lived life on the edge. She wasn't scared of danger. Quite the opposite- she loved it!
Little Miss Daring was as quick as Little Miss Quick, as brave as Little Miss Brave, and as dotty as Little Miss Dotty.
That is to say, she was fast, she was fearless, and she was very, very foolish!
For example, most people sleep in a bed, do they not? And aren’t they awoken by the sound of the alarm clock?
For most people, this would be good enough. But not for Little Miss Daring.
Little Miss Daring did not sleep in a bed. She slept in a cannon.
And when it was time for her to get up in the morning, she was always awoken not by the sound of an alarm clock, but by the sound of her cannon firing as it shot her out!
BANG!
Daring by name, and daring by nature. That was Little Miss Daring for you!
After that, she’d always take a zip line down to the kitchen and make herself breakfast. Her favorite breakfast was scrambled eggs.
But not ordinary scrambled eggs!
First, Little Miss Daring sprinkled her eggs with loads and loads of pepper.
Then, she drenched them with the hottest hot sauce you could ever imagine!
After breakfast, Miss Daring would take her morning shower.
Miss Daring liked her showers with extremely hot water, and she always took them on a tightrope!
And below the rope was a large pool filled with sharks!
And after she was all ready for the day, Little Miss Daring would jump out of the window of the second story of her house, bounce onto a trampoline, and go about her day.
Little Miss Daring’s house did not have a first story, or a front door. Anyone who wanted to come in had to use the trampoline and come in through the window.
One Sunday morning, Little Miss Daring went out shopping.
She didn’t really NEED anything, but every Sunday morning, Little Miss Daring went shopping, just to see what was there, and if any of it interested her.
Nobody knows what you’ll find when you go shopping, after all!
And what- or, moreso, who- did Little Miss Daring come across that day? Why, none other than Mr. Rush!
“Hey there, Mr. Rush,” said Little Miss Daring. “What are you looking for?”
“A customer,” replied Mr. Rush. “Little Miss Inventor and I have an electric scooter to sell!”
“But I already have one of those,” giggled Little Miss Daring.
“But not just any scooter,” a voice called out from behind Little Miss Daring. It was Little Miss Inventor, on the very same electric scooter Mr. Rush was talking about!
“It’s my new Super Scooter 6000,” Little Miss Inventor continued as she hopped off the Super Scooter. “It’s faster than a cheetah, more powerful than a lion, quieter than a lamb, and completely indestructible! And YOU, Little Miss Daring, are just the type of person who would be interested in such a product!”
“I guess I am!” reasoned Little Miss Daring.
Little Miss Daring immediately hopped on the seat of the Super Scooter. She started the engine and revved the motor excitedly. “Let’s see what this bad boy can do!”
ZOOM!
And with that, she was off!
Little Miss Daring drove the Super Scooter through aisle after aisle throughout the store at super speed, narrowly avoiding the customers.
“Hey!” yelled Little Miss Bossy. “Watch where you’re going!”
“What are you, crazy?” demanded Mr. Grumpy.
“No, I'm daring!” laughed Little Miss Daring.
Little Miss Neat had spent all morning setting up a massive stack of tins. All sorts of tins, all coming together to look like a large triangle.
There were tins of beef, tins of fruit, tins of beans, tins of milk, tins of bread… You name it, it was in a tin and in the stack.
It had taken Little Miss Neat three hours to set up, and it had taken Little Miss Daring around three seconds to destroy.
CRASH!
Poor Little Miss Neat!
It was then that Little Miss Daring came across Mr. Bump walking in one of the aisles.
Now, if you know anything about Mr. Bump, you’ll know exactly what happened next.
BUMP!
Luckily for Mr. Bump, he landed on Little Miss Daring’s back. Unluckily for him, he noticed just how fast they were going.
They were going really, really, REALLY fast… much too fast for his liking.
And Little Miss Daring had no intention of slowing down.
There was only one thing Mr. Bump could do.
He put his hands over Little Miss Daring’s eyes. “Slow down, Little Miss Daring!” he demanded.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” Little Miss Daring shouted. “I can’t see!”
And the Super Scooter swerved and swerved, before coming across yet another, even bigger stack of tins, set up by Mr. Fussy.
Little Miss Neat tried to warn Mr. Fussy of the out-of-control scooter, but by then it was too late.
CRASH!
The stack of tins was completely demolished. The Super Scooter was completely intact, just as promised, but everyone was bumped and bruised and miserable.
Or rather, almost everyone was miserable. Little Miss Daring was just the opposite!
“WA-HOO!!!” Little Miss Daring yelled happily. “Again! Again!”
Little Miss Daring left the store that day with a new scooter.
Everyone else left with a headache!