On Sunday
Mornings
mum and
dad
have a
lion.
They say
to us
“we’ve
been working hard
all
week. Please don’t
disturb
us in the morning.
We need
a lion.”
When they
get up
the
lion
is always gone.
I’ve
never even seen
mum and
dad’s lion.
In fact
the next time
they
have a lion
on a
Sunday morning
this is
what
I’m
going to do:
I’m
going to call to it.
I’m
going to stand outside
mum and dad’s room
mum and dad’s room
and
shout
RAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHH!
