"Where is my Special Notebook, Honey?" I asked again.
"I don't know you silly puppy boy!" she shrugged. But I knew that she was lying.
There were 3 things I could do, I could either:
Shout and scream and pull her ears until she told me where it was
Ask Schnoss to be very cross with her
Cry
I started to cry
Through my tears I peeped at Honey to see if she was looking the tiniest, weeniest bit guilty.
She wasn't. But what she was doing was looking high up into a tall, tall tree....
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