Katie's Stories


Today I want to tell you a story.

“But why!” my little sister, Clara, demanded as I shoved a dish towel at her. 

“Because mum left me in charge, that’s why,” I snapped. Clara snatched the dishtowel from me and pulled the plate from the drying rack before drying it with short, angry motions. 

“They would have dried anyway,” she said. 

“Yes, they would, but if we do it now, then it’s done and we won’t forget to put them away like we did last time,” I said. “You remember last time, right?” Clara took a second plate off the rack and snorted. 

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