“Um, I don’t think so. Why?”
Dylan hopes that his Mum doesn’t notice that he is blushing profusely into his pillow.
“Just wondered. So, would you like some ice cream for lunch, then?”
She knows. Oh pooh! She must’ve guessed.
“No thanks, Mum.”
“That’s good, because it’s all gone. Disappeared. Like magic. Except the empty pot in the bin!”
Why hadn’t he destroyed the evidence? He would never make a proper criminal. He is going to have to own up.
“Sorry, Mum. I didn’t mean to eat it all. It was just so nice! And then I didn’t know what to do, and…. I’ll make it up to you, honest!”
“And the moral of the story is…?”
“Not to tell lies.”
Dylan’s Mum accepts his apology, and tells him she will think about a suitable way for him to make amends………
(to be continued)
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