Hairy Four-Eyed Monsters
Yet again, Duke and Michel were in a gigantic, blustery vortex being tossed about like a naughty salad. However, in no time at all they were entering the lighter surrounds of Skaters’ Paradise. The sky was a baby blue and the sun shone like a rap star with a huge mouth of gold teeth.
Both landed with ease on the smooth tarmac. Michel immediately got up, rubbed his eyes and stared at the insane surroundings.
“This is like, mad cool!” Michel jumped up and down like a mad child on Christmas Day. Around him were skateboard ramps, launch ramps, platforms, roller skating rings, roller ball parks, rails and slopes with wild, colourful graffiti sprayed on them. “This is so awesome.”
“What are we looking at?” Duke asked.
“The mother of all skate parks. It’s got to be t
