Greedy Billy

Midwest Times - - OPINION - Marie Wend­land Read­ers in­ter­ested in con­tribut­ing to Writ­ers’ Cor­ner can email sto­ries (max­i­mum 200 words) to Writ­ers of the Co­ral Coast meet at 2pm on the sec­ond and fourth Sun­days of the month at the City of Greater Ger­ald­ton Li­brary. Th

The sky was blue, the sun shone and the vil­lagers stood out­side lis­ten­ing to the speeches.

All the Nobs were there as well and in the big mar­quee a great feast was laid out on long ta­bles.

“A feast fit for kings,” nine-year Billy thought, “but none of it for us kids!” Sausage rolls, egg sand­wiches, iced buns and Mrs Magee’s fa­mous cream sponges. With straw­ber­ries!

Who would miss a crumb here, a nib­ble there, turn the plate round and they won’t no­tice.

Hap­pily work­ing his way round the ta­ble, Billy feasted right roy­ally.

He even tried a drink from a bot­tle in a car­ton un­der the ta­ble.

It didn’t taste so good but it was fizzy and fun so he had some more and a squashy piece of sponge with straw­ber­ries.

At the end he looked back and saw what a mess he’d made and now felt both sick and scared, with cream and crumbs all down his front.

“I’d bet­ter hide,” he thought as he climbed out through a gap at the back of the mar­quee and was heartily sick and un­happy in the long grass.

Then Billy saw his sal­va­tion — the old pony graz­ing nearby.

Widen­ing the gap he pushed old Tommy through to munch hap­pily while the crowd out­side clapped and looked for­ward to a de­light­ful tea party.

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