Once upon a time there was a boy called Stephen, he had yellow-green eyes and blonde spiky hair and he was seven years old.
Stephens sister was ten and she was his mothers little angel.Stephen was not so perfect, he wouldn't listen to anything he was told and never offered to help. (reminds me of someone..)
One day after school, Stephen wanted an ice cream, his mother said no because they were going to have dinner as soon as they arrived home. (also very common in my family) Stephen very unsurprisingly threw a tantrum and got his ice-cream (bad parenting techniques).
When Stephen was almost home he spotted a small puppy lying by the village common, it was hidden well between the rebounder and the flint wall. Stephen had had enough satisfaction from his naughtiness today, he would go check his puppy out tomorrow.
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