I Didn’t Do It
The
ball sailed up into the air, heading straight for the living-room
window.
Crash!
“Oh no!” I groaned.
“Tony!” Mom came running out of the house. “What happened?”
“Well … I was kicking the ball around in the yard. I just wanted to see how far I could make it go, so I kicked it as hard as I could. It sailed way up into the air, and then—and then a big gust of wind came along and blew the ball right into the window. I didn’t do it.”
“Tony?” Mom said in her you’d-better-tell-the-truth-or-else voice.
“OK. I kicked the ball into the window. I’m sorry. I’ll get the dustpan and the broom.”
As I headed for the house I heard Mom mumble something about calling Max’s Mobile Glass.
The next day, my dog Raider and I were outside. I was watering my mom’s flowers with the hose. I wanted to see how far I could spray the hose, so I sprayed it clear over the fence. The water hit Mrs. Fritz, our neighbor, in the face.
Mrs.
Fritz yelled.
“Oh no!” I groaned.
“Tony!” Mom came running out of the house.
Mrs. Fritz’s face was turning red.
“What happened?” asked Mom.
“Well … Raider and I were watering your flowers with the hose. I just wanted to see how far I could make the hose spray, so I aimed it for the fence. The water went over the fence. And then—and then Raider jumped up and hit my arm just as Mrs. Fritz walked by, and the water sprayed her in the face. I didn’t do it.”
“Tony?” Mom said.
“OK. I sprayed Mrs. Fritz with the hose. I’m sorry.”
“Tell Mrs. Fritz you’re sorry, Tony.”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Fritz. I’ll get you a towel.”
As I headed for the house I heard Mom mumble something about sending Mrs. Fritz’s dress to the dry cleaner’s.
Yesterday I was clearing dishes off the table. I scraped all the leftovers onto my sister’s plate and then stacked up the plates with my sister’s on top. I just wanted to see how many I could carry at one time, so I picked them all up and started walking toward the sink. Then the top plate slid off and hit the floor.
Crash!
“Oh no!” I groaned.
“Tony!” Mom came running into the kitchen. “What happened?”
“Well … I just wanted to see how many plates I could carry at one time. So I stacked them all up and started carrying them to the sink. And then—and then the food on the top plate shifted, and the weight knocked me off-balance. I tried to catch the plate before it hit the floor.”
“Tony?” Mom said.
“OK. I dropped the plate. I’m sorry. I’ll get the mop.”
As I headed for the utility room I heard Mom mumble something about using paper plates.
Today
I was playing outside
with my ball again. I wanted to see how far I could make
the ball go, so I got ready to kick it as hard as I could.
Then I stopped. I remembered what happened the last time. I knew Mom wouldn’t be very happy if I broke another window.
I picked up the ball and carried it across the street. I decided to play soccer in the schoolyard instead.
