Continued from a previous post.
Dad and I took his burnt licence to the police station and he got a temporary licence until his new one arrived. I said “Whats the bet it was the rebels from up the road”
About three months later when i was back at school:
That cold morning when dad was taking me to school on the way to work on the street there were some council workers taking down a tree. i thought nothing of it.
That afternoon I saw the tree they took out, My drawstring bag was sitting so innocently, with my name still on it and all!I was so happy, But upset, so angry but confused, so amazed that my first thought was right, the rebels. in the back of my mind the whole time i seemed to know. But how?
The bag concealed nothing but a dead lady bug and a few sticks.
I was walking home from the bus stop, about three houses away from mine there is a low shrub. under the shrub…. Peppe’s Christmas Schmackos!
All in all I has wrapped to have my draw-string bag back.