My dad is the detective of Fairview town. Before I could have a talk with him, I needed one thing- evidence. I rushed to my room to find anything which can raise suspicion. Viola! I found the pebble which I had found earlier. I hurried downstairs and told about my piggy. Dad knew that Philip was a prankster. He was a master sling shooter.
"Philip must have done this." Dad muttered doubtfully. "Must have? He has done it!" I yelled. "How are you so sure?" Dad inquired. "I saw him giggling when I found the broken piggy." I said, calming down. "I will buy a new one for you", he said. At least dad had believed me!
Relieved, I went to sleep. I couldn't sleep well. I was thinking about Philip. I thought to sneak into his room. The passage light casted more shadows than light. The old plywood beneath me creaked and groaned, struggling to bear my weight. I tip toed silently to avoid any sound. Finally, I made into Philip's room. I went closer. Closer. Philip was sleeping soundly. Even in the darkness, I could make out that he was sobbing before going to sleep.
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Galloping in to trouble
Teen FictionElsa, the elder sister of Philip, 7, is constantly tortured by her brother. Philip loves to play pranks on her. However, one of his pranks backfires. What happens next? Read to know!!!
