Yellow Underpants

"Ugh, I'm bored. We need a game to play or something" Ben moaned

"I've got nothing." Said Max "I bet Sara has though" he said, they both turned to me.

"I do actually, you just reminded me! Ben, remember that game we played with the supply teacher?"

"No! We can't play that!" he said. I smirked.

"You wanted something to do and now you've got one. You can't get out of it now"

"What is it?" Max asked.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot you don't know. It's called ‘I Bet'." I told him "What happens is someone says; ‘I bet so-and-so can do this'. So let's say I'm betting you can do something, I'd say ‘I bet Max can... jump really high' then you'd have to jump as high as you can. If you can jump really high, it's my turn again. If you don't, it's yours. And also you can't refuse a bet, you have to try and do whatever someone bets you can do."


"It can't be anything like ‘I bet so-and-so can jump out off a cliff and live' or anything like that. It has to be realistic."

"Sounds great." He said, and turned to Ben. "What's so bad about it?"

"I just don't want to play it OK?" Ben answered mardily.

"Ben, you and I both know that it's not that you just don't want to play it" I said, smirking. "It's because" I said, turning to Max.

"No, don't tell the -" Ben started, but I cut him off.

"I'm telling the story. It's because, when we played it at school, Mary Smith said: ‘I bet Ben's wearing yellow underpants' and the supply teacher said that was a valid bet. So Ben had to pull down his trousers so everyone could see what colour his underpants were." I laughed at the memory.

"What colour were his underpants?"

"Yellow" I laughed again. Max laughed too. "OK, let's say for Ben's sake that it can't be anything like that"


"Ben, are you playing?"


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