Saskia Dodson

I was drawing one day, when someone slammed open the door. It was my sister, Jane. She was out of breath, but had a huge grin on her face, the kind of grin she has when she has a great idea. Jane was holding a flyer that looked as if it had been pinned on some kind of notice board. I waited until she caught her breath, and she read out  “Thieves and pickpockets needed. Any daring thieves and pickpockets will be paid 80% of what they get.” Me and Jane looked at each other, huge smiles painted on our faces. 

“Let’s phone them and see what they say,” I exclaimed.  

TO BE CONTINUED