The Prize by Bartosz

On Saturday John’s Mam said if he went to the shop and got things to make spaghetti he would be rewarded. He went to the shop. It all was going fine until he realised he needed the sauce. The only other place to get that sauce was on the other side of town. He started running but he dropped his meat balls. He picked them back up. Finally he got the sauce and went back and prepared his meal. His mam came back and saw what he made.

Let me get you a cookie from the jar, empty. What a surprise.