1923. Lam seven years old and I entered school, every day my friends and I walk about a mile to ‘school, and we pass by a Candy store. Every day we stop and look at all the wonderful candy in their jars. Sometimes we have money and we can buy some sweets. But there is a problem, a horrible woman works in the store, her name is Mrs. Pratchett. Mrs. Pratchett is an ugly little old lady, she never smiles or is friendly. She always yells at us ‘I'm watching you!" or "You have to buy something or you have to go!” Her appearance is creepy, her clothes always have traces of her breakfast, her hands are always dirty, and she always puts her dirty hands in candy jars. At school my friends and I found a small place under the floor. There we keep our sweets and other special things in it. Yesterday we found something new there, it was a dead mouse, I came up with a great plan, I knew I couldn't fail. The plan was to put the mouse in one of Mrs. Pratchett's candy jars and so she will put her dirty hand in the jar and she will find the mouse dead, all my friends agreed to my plan. Although they said “We will do it teday, and you will put it, since it was your plan” In the afternoon we entered the store, we were somewhat excited. Thwaites asked for some candy, Mrs. Pratchett got it for hi T quickly put the mouse in the jar. Mrs. Pratchett looked at us with her ugly eyes and started yelling at us to get out and that's what a4 theran outside, ey SS ‘This morning we walked past the store and saw that the store was closed. So we decided to stop as it was weird. We looked Gestale window and saw that the jar was on the floor and there was glass everywhere and the mouse was still on the floor. “Mrs. Pratchett was shocked,” Thwaites said, "you killed hert" she added “Me? Lreplied ‘Why just me?” “It was your plan’ said Thwaites “And you put the mouse in the jar” 5 Twas a murderer! At school I felt bad, when suddenly the teachers took everyone out, the only thing I expected at that moment was for the police to take me to jail. ‘The manager, he dated a woman, it was Mrs. Pratchett. I was glad to learn that hadn't killed her. ‘The lady locked at all the children and pointed to all my friends, including me. My four friends and I went to the manager's room, Mrs. Pratchett was also there. We were all hit repeatedly by Mr. Coomber's cane. After four times, it was time to leave but it was difficult to walk. “Thank you, Headmaster.” Mrs. Pratchett said happily. “There will be no mote dead mice in my candy jars now.” am