she asked. “Are you children fighting?” “We’re not fighting, Mma,” cried Tapiwa, pointing a finger at Poloko. “We’ve found the thief. It’s this boy! This boy right here!” The teacher looked at Poloko. “Have you stolen something, Poloko?” Poloko hung his head. “No, Mma, I have not stolen anything.” The teacher turned to stare at Tapiwa and Sepo. “Why do you say he’s a thief?” “Because some iced buns have been eaten,” Sepo blurted out. “And his hands are sticky. Look at them, Mma!” The teacher sighed. “Lots of people have sticky hands,” she said. “That doesn’t mean that they’re thieves.” She paused, looking down at Poloko. “You’re sure you haven’t stolen anything, Poloko?” The boy was close to crying. “I have not stolen anything, Mma. I promise you.” The teacher shook a finger at Tapiwa and Sepo. “You be careful about accusing people of things when you have no proof,” she said. “Now everybody go off and play and no more trouble, please.”
What do You think about The Great Cake Mystery (2012)?
