“Emily, was that toy car Jack just opened from Auntie May or Auntie Sue? No, hang on, Auntie Sue sent you both book tokens, didn’t she?” She stared at the list, anxiously. “But I’m sure she said something about a car.” Emily’s dad rustled through the paper to try and find a gift tag. “No, sorry, I think Jack’s eaten it.” “Is it breakfast?” Jack had caught on to the idea of food. “I want toast!” He abandoned the car in a pile of paper and ribbon, and started to head for the kitchen. “Hey! Come back here!” Dad called, a little crossly. Jack turned back, looking confused. “But I thought breakfast…” he said, in a hurt voice. Dad picked him up, and tickled him. “Sorry, Jack, I didn’t mean to sound cross. We just need to wait a bit. Emily hasn’t opened all her presents yet. Come on, Emily – you’re not usually so slow.” Emily was sitting quietly with a neat pile of opened presents next to her.
What do You think about Sam The Stolen Puppy (2012)?
