I had thought this new place was spectacular.
It was really just rubbish.
They had put me and Grandmum in a prison. There were rats and cobwebs and leggy spiders. I tried to play with one but Grandmum told me not to.
The cell was cold and clammy and made me sneeze. Grandmum started crying, and I didn't know what to do. So I cried too.
It was dark and freezing and there were people screaming to be let out.
I was very scared.
Grandmum stopped crying and told me to hush, singing me a lullaby Daddy always sang to me.
I loved it and it made me feel better.
I pulled my face away from her dress and rubbed the tears from my eyes.
I wandered over to the bars of the cell, peering out.
There was a guard coming our way, swinging a bunch of keys on a metal ring.
Maybe I could grab it.
I pretended I hadn’t seen him, acting all interested with a spider, and then I reached out through the bars and grabbed the keys.
He cried out, grabbing at me. I screamed and ran to Grandmum.
He couldn’t get at us now, not without the keys.
I showed her the keys, grinning like Grandad always grins.
She patted my head, “Clever boy,”
I'm clever! Just like Grandad....