(A.N. This is something to do with maths, the first part, in BOLD, is the story we were working on, the second, in italic, is what my friend, Becky, wrote at the end.)
There were eight children in the carter family. There was Tracy, Gary, Robert, Susan, Paul, Julie, Lesley and Jimmy. This story is about Jimmy. Jimmy was the smallest. He was six. They lived in sun street, you got off the bus at Woolworth's, go past the big garage, and past the station. Then you cross the road, and you go round the corner where the pillar box is, and it's the first turning on the left. Jimmy was so little, he couldn't reach the bell. Sometimes he needed to. He tried jumping up. But all that happened was that he fell over and hit his head so he fell unconscious and thought he was a rabbit. Sometimes however, he though he was a crocodile and that could be very dangerous. Usually it had worn off by the next day, but once it took a whole year. Unfortunately for everyone, that time he happened to be a crocodile. They tried taking him to the zoo, but they wouldn't take him, so they all spent a year of their life barricading themselves in a shed. Some days after, Gary came up with a plan. "I know!" he said, "Let's lower the door bell!"
So they did, but the effects never quite wore off...
By Becky (And Mr Peters)
