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MY MOTHER’S HANDBAG
The other day, when I went to the country fair, my mother and I were wondering around trying to decide what to do. We were near the back of the fair when I noticed a ‘weigh a sheep’ stall.
“Mum, Mum, please may we go there?” I begged. She agreed, so we went to the stall.
“Weigh a sheep, weigh a sheep, only $2!” $2! That was two weeks pocket money!
Anyway, my mother paid and I guessed 10lbs, my mother guessed 13.87lbs, and she was exactly right! The prize was a stuffed teddy bear, so my mum was not very pleased. She wanted the sheep! I asked if I could get some candy floss as I was getting peckish, but while no-one was looking, my mum snuck into the pound, and stuffed the sheep into her handbag! Talk about animal cruelty!
I returned, with two sticks of candy-floss. Unexpectedly, my mother wanted to go home. I was unsure why, but she just did. We got into the car and drove the two miles home. As we got out of the car, I was sure I heard a ‘baa’ from my mother’s handbag. I was sure this wasn’t true; however, I decided to investigate further.
While my mother was cooking dinner, I snuck into my mother’s room and found her mysterious handbag. When I opened it I found a helpless…SHEEP! My mother has been smuggling sheep! Outrageous! I will… I will… Call animal welfare! No, I can’t do that, she’s my mother. I have to ask her what’s going on first.
As I opened the kitchen door, my mother wasn’t acting suspicious at all. She just said the usual“Hi honey, today is chicken tikka masala and saffron rice. Delicious right? It’s a new recipe from that cookbook that you bought me…” She is very smart, but I am going to get to the bottom of this!
“Mother!” I exclaimed, “Is there something you would like to tell me relating to any animals of some sort?” My mother’s smile faded away and morphed into a face of fear, dread and worry. “You found out,” she murmured, ashamed.
My mother explained why she wanted the sheep, to make lamb chops for lunch next week. That’s even worse! She promised never to steal again. Was this the end, or is my mum stealing other animals? Dogs? Cats? Pigs? I wonder if I will ever find out…
By Bolatito Oshewa, age 12
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