TSoRy

I wrote this long ago. Its a kids story so don't bother if you think its stupid alright? (there might be some spelling mistakes too.)

There were once two bad boys called Tom and Jim. They were not truthful and they were not honest-in fact. They stole apples from outside shops, and once Tom had taken a full milk-bottle from a doorstep!

This was really dreadful. The apples were green and gave them both a pain, and Tom fell with the milk-bottle, broke it, and cut his hand. So they didn’t get any good out of their stealing; but how sad their mothers were to know they had children like that.

“Nobody gets happiness out of badness,” said Tom’s mother as she bandaged his hand.

Tom didn’t believe her- but when he found that the Sunday school party was to be held on Saturday and that he and Jim were not invited, he began to wish he hadn’t been so bad.

He grumbled about it to Jim. “What about creeping in before the party begins? We could easily do that. We could creep in at the window.”

Jim was a very bad boy as you can see. Tom nodded his head. “All right,” he said. “We will. Let’s go and peep in at the window on Friday and see what sort of toys are there.”

So on Friday they peeped on at the window. They saw Miss Brown and Mrs Jones arranging everything ready for the next day. They saw dishes of sweets and oranges put out. There were no cakes or buns yet, because they would be made the next day. They saw the big balloons being blown up, and watched the balloon-pigs being stood all down the table for the children.

There was a big table for the toys too! My goodness, what lovely toys! There were three big humming-tops, a train that could whistle, a doll that could say “Ma-ma, Pa-pa” some tiny motor-car with little hooters, a bear that growled, a monkey that squeaked-oh, more toys than Tom and Jim could count.

They watched until Mrs Jones and Miss Brown put the lights out and went home. Then the boys spoke to one another.

We’ll come tomorrow, when the windows will be opened to air the room- and we’ll take the oranges, sweets, balloons, crackers and the toys!

They slipped away thinking nobody had heard them. They knew Tom and Jim all right! Everybody knew about those two bad boys.

“Did you hear what they said?!” cried the bear in excitement. “We won’t let them steal up! We’ll give him such a fright they won’t ever steal again!”

So when the next night came, and the two naughty boys crept in at an open window, the toys were ready. The monkey had taken three of the balloon-pigs from the table, he and the doll pulled the little corks from the pigs’ mouths as soon as the boys came in.

You know what noise a balloon-pig makes when the air goes out of him, don’t you? “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” They all said in their mounfull voices. “Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Tom and Jim stood still in fright. Whatever was that?! The pigs stopped making the noise and fell over, quite flat. Then the teddy bear pressed himself in the middle.

“Grrrrrrrrrr!” he said. “Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!”

“Ooooh!” cried Tom and Jim. “Is it a dog growling?”

“Grrrrrrrr!” growled the bear again, quite enjoying himself. Then the little monkey and the other toys took the three humming tops and set them spinning madly on the floor. They hummed like enormous bees. “Buzzzzz! Zooooom!” they went. Tom tried to run away, but he fell over a mat that caught his foot. Thud!

“OW!” cried Tom, “Something’s cough me! What’s making that noise? Are we in a beehive? I wish I could see, but the room is all dark!”

The monkey took the brooch off his coat and burst a balloon. BANG!

“I’m shot!” groaned Tom.

“So am I!” cried Jim. “Somebody’s shot us. Didn’t you hear the bang?!”

They lay there groaning, thinking they were shot, till the door opened and in trooped the children who had been invited to the party!


They shooed Tom and Jim out, laughing at them at the same time and banged the door behind them. Tom and Jim began to cry. How they wished they could join the happy children in the room, with all the balloons and toys.

“It’s our own fault,” said Tom, wiping his eyes. “Mum says nobody gets any happiness out of being bad. I’m going to be good for a change. I’ve had a real fright tonight, and I’m going home to find out where I’ve been shot.”

Well, he won’t find out where he’s shot, and neither will Jim- but the toys have done a good deed because they have stopped those two boys from being bad. The monkey still laughs when he remembers all that happened that evening.