On Tuesday, I found an apple in my pocket. My big coat has big pockets, and combine this with my forgetful head, I found an apple I didn’t know I had. Sheila quickly had a grab of it and decided to protect it from Ben and his kind.
The only way she could save it was by eating it.
Ben wanted it. “Can I have it?”
Ben still wanted it. He tried using brute force.
That didn’t work. “Mum, can you sort this out?”
Umm… no. I’ll film it instead.