Then we hopped back on my bike and rode a bit south again, coming across some huge jungle gyms made for big kids and adults. You can see Stanley posing in front of a very athletic woman swinging from the ... the thingies ... on one of the jungle gyms.

I decided to try my hand on the rope. I put the camera in my pocket and Stanley between my teeth. I climbed all the way to the top of this rope and took this picture of the Santa Monica Beach.

I had intended to hold Stanley out into the picture, but when I got to the top I realized there was no way for me to hold the camera, Stanley and the rope at the same time. Stanley just held on tightly to my incisors while I snapped these photos.

A bit shaken by our adventure in the sky, Stanley began demonstrating an almost religious need to return to his maker. "I miss Heather," he said, "and her friends and family. I'd really like to get back to her and tell her about my excellent adventure here in Southern California."

"Heather must be very special." I said. Stanley agreed. "Flat Stanley, I have one photo left on the roll.

How about if I take one more picture of these mysterious Brazilian dancer/musicians next to us; then we ride back to the one-hour photo at Save-On, get these pictures developed; then you and I can take my laptop computer to Anastasia's Coffee Shop to organize the pictures and write about our day. We can get this all done tonight, very quickly, and have you aboard an early envelope back to Ohio first thing in the morning!"

"Excellent," said Flat Stanley And that is what we did.

The End.

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