Peter Ryan
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Peter walked onto the pitch with his Nimbus 2001 on his shoulder.
He hopped onto it and flew up, up and up until he was well above the pitch. He dived as fast as he could. He was going so fast everything was just a blur and at the last second he levelled out. He sped around the pitch, on the outside.
It was a beautiful sunny day.
He hopped onto it and flew up, up and up until he was well above the pitch. He dived as fast as he could. He was going so fast everything was just a blur and at the last second he levelled out. He sped around the pitch, on the outside.
It was a beautiful sunny day.