My teeth are freezing!

By Eszter Molnar

Oscar never tidied up his room. The mess got BIGGER and BIGGER until there was hardly any room left to play.

“Please tidy up your cars,” said his mother.

“I can’t! It’s raining!”

“Please tidy up your books,” said his father.

“I can’t! I’ll get sweaty!”

“Please tidy up your building blocks,” said his grandmother.

“I can’t! My fingers are too short!”

Then one day the mess in Oscar’s room got so BIG he ran out of space to play. He rushed downstairs.

“Can we go to the playground?” Oscar asked his mother.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, no. My earrings are too heavy!”

“Can we play cards?” Oscar asked his father.

He shook his head. “I’m sorry, no. I’m an alien and aliens don’t play cards!”

“Can you come and play in the garden with me?” Oscar asked his grandmother.

She shook her head. “I’m sorry, no. My socks hurt!”

Oscar had nothing to do, no one to play with. He slowly made his way back to his room where he picked up his cars and put them in the red box under his bed. He stacked his books neatly on the windowsill. He gathered up his building blocks and put them in the trays by the door.

Oscar’s mother couldn’t believe her eyes! “Wonderful job, Oscar,” she praised him.

“I’m sorry for not tidying up sooner,” Oscar said. “I promise I will keep my room clean from now!”

“And your bed?” asked his mother. “Could you make that too?”

Oscar shook his head. “I can’t! My teeth are freezing!”

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