Stanley's Plight

When Stan came back to work last Monday his tool box wasn’t to be found. Look and look he surely did but it wasn’t on the ground. Yet poor old Stan - did search and search around & round & round. He was a little muddled he probably would be still if Zub he hadn’t seen he would be raging still. When all at once he heard a cry his tools could be found up high. He took a ladder and with haste was up it like a race, but when he next looked at that space - the ladder was gone, without a trace. Rant and rave he may as well for Stan could only fume yet it wasn’t long at all my friend until he was on the moon. For there at last his pride and joy among the years of dust and gloom. Now our man Ouggy was no mug though capable of a fierce bear hug. Swiftly he did grasp a length of rope without it even he, was without hope. Around his brown toolbox he tied his knot; and proceeded promptly to lower it down till he had it safely, on the ground. Yet alas, at this stage his luck went sour it was not to be his finest hour. Upon the scene appeared two goons ‘twas lecherous Lewis and his side-kick Craig they were about to steal the stage or should I say, the precious box? Now Stan up high still was stuck when they ran off with his hard-won luck. Remembering back I can see it still Stan roaring off like an Elephant Bull chasing lecherous Lewis and sneaky Craig; like a gleeless Elephant Mother chasing off after her missing cow.