Neesha and I knew where Mr Roberts lived, and so we went to see him afthe school. He didn’t say much and he looked very unhappy.
I didn’t take the paper, he told us. I told the head, but she didn’t believe me.
We believe you, I told him.
Thanks, he said, but there’s nothing you can do. Go home.
So I went home, but I did something. I wrote a question on a big piece of paper. The next day I put it on the notice board: