‘Mummy, Mummy! Where are you?’ cried the little boy on the promenade.
‘You poor little boy,’ said an elderly lady. ‘Come with me and I’ll get you an
ice cream and then we’ll go and look for your mummy.’
‘I know where your mummy is,’ said a small girl.
‘Shush!’ whispered the little boy. ‘I know where she is, too, but I’ve managed
to get two free ice creams this morning, and I want a third!’
‘You poor little boy,’ said an elderly lady. ‘Come with me and I’ll get you an
ice cream and then we’ll go and look for your mummy.’
‘I know where your mummy is,’ said a small girl.
‘Shush!’ whispered the little boy. ‘I know where she is, too, but I’ve managed
to get two free ice creams this morning, and I want a third!’
