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Children's Stories
by Margo Fallis
A Day With Mum

"Jordan, hurry up! Youíre lollygagging again," his mum called. She stood in front of the Bakery Shop, waiting for her son to catch up. Jordan never walked fast. He was too curious about all the things going on around him. He spotted a slug moving down the gutter and stopped to watch it. "Come on, Jordan. Weíll never get home if you donít hurry up," his mum shouted.

Jordan answered, "Just a minute, Mum. Iím watching a slug. Itís brown and slimy." He stood watching it another moment or two and then ran towards his mum. He spotted the bakery goods in the window. "Oh, Mum. Look at all those pastries." He licked his lips. "Can we go inside and have a raisin scone?" he begged.

His mum looked in the window. "They do look rather delicious. Letís go in and have a cup of tea and a few scones then," she smiled.

They went into the bakery. They had to stand in line, as there were a several people in front of them. This gave Jordan a chance to look at other sweets. "Mum, maybe Iíd rather have a tart. Itís filled with kiwi and mandarin oranges and strawberries and looks delicious. Do you think the baker will put a dollop of cream on top for me?" he asked, squeezing his mumís hand.

She looked at the tart. "You can have one of anything you want, Jordan. If you want a tart, thatís fine. Iím going to have a raisin scone. It will be delicious with hot tea."

It was their turn to order. "Weíd like one of those fruit tarts, three raisin scones, and a cup of tea," his mum said.

"Mum? You got three scones?" Jordan asked.

"Iím going to take 2 home for us to have tonight," she giggled.

They sat at a table near the door and had their sweets and tea. Jordan didnít like tea so he had a bottle of lemonade. When they finished, they headed towards home. "Now, thereíll be no dawdling, Jordan. Weíve got to hurry now or weíll miss the bus," she warned. She took Jordanís hand and had to pull him along.

"Mum, stop!" he said. "I see something on the ground up there." He pulled his hand from hers and ran ahead. He bent over and picked something up.

"What is it, lad?" his mum asked.

"Itís 20p.," he beamed. "I can buy myself a sweetie with it."

"If thereís time. Put it in your pocket for now. Och, thereís the bus now. Hurry up," she said.

They ran to the bus and got on. Jordan sat still but looked around at everyone. There was an elderly man with a big moustache. Jordan started to giggle. "He looks like a walrus," he whispered to his mum.

A Day With Mum

"Shh, thatís not nice to talk about people," she rebuked, but snickered to herself when she looked at the man.

Jordan saw a mum and her baby get on. The baby had two teeth and a big grin. He smiled at Jordan. Jordan smiled back and waved. The baby started to laugh. "Look at the baby, Mum," he said, tugging at his mumís sleeve.

"Isnít he lovely?" Mum answered.

At the next bus stop two boys got on. They were teenagers. One had his nose, eyebrow and chin pierced and wore three earrings on each ear. The other had even more and his hair was dyed black and stuck up into the air. Jordan didnít even look at them. He was afraid to. He was glad when they got off the bus. "Mum, did you see those boys?"

"Aye, the ones with all the earrings. Donít you be getting any ideas about that," she laughed.

"No way, Mum. Iím not doing that to my face," he assured her.

They reached their street and Jordan ran ahead. He stood at the front door and waited for his mum to catch up. "Now whoís dawdling, Mum?" he giggled.

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