April is back! I realised
that I should tell but the police already had a witness, called Marjorie. I ran
to the station. My heart thudding against my rib cage. This was it. The
officers were like the cartoon ones. Big moustaches, sharing a box of donuts.
The chief grabbed the last one. “But it’s the last one, that’s unfair!” moaned
the officer. I don’t think they would take a little girl like me seriously so
I’m leaving. I stomped all the way to my den in the forest. I made on my last
encounter. See you next time, bye!
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