Little Miss Forgetful by Lauren Watton

It was a nice sunny day and Little Miss Forgetful thought she would go for a walk. On her way she bumped into Little Mis. Posh “Hello” Said Little Miss. Forgetful. “Hello dear, how are you love” said Little Miss Posh. “Fine you?” replied Little Miss Forgetful. “Superb thanks now dear I was wondering if you could do me a favour, I want you, if you could, to go to the grocery store and get me some bread and jam, as my sister is coming for lunch” said Little Miss Posh. “Sure” Little Miss Forgetful replied and she took the money and walked away…

 

As Little Miss Forgetful passed the apple tree she became hungry and decided she would head back home for a nice hot cup of tea. When she had inlay reached back to her house she made her self a nice cup of tea and put out some biscuits. She decided she to watch the telly but unfortunately nothing was on as EastEnders wasn’t on for another hour so she soon fell asleep. She woke up to a loud bang at the door…

 

She raced to the door, and opened it. It was Little Miss Posh. “Hello” said Little Miss Forgetful. “What’s up”? “You forgot didn’t you? And I looked so stupid!” said Little Miss Posh. “Opseeyy I did forget I am so so sorry” said Little Miss Forgetful hopelessly. “Come in” she said…

 

They both walked through to the kitchen and Little Miss Forgetful made them both a cup of tea. “I am very sorry” said Little Miss Forgetful. “Oh it doesn’t matter but we do need to a find a way to make you remember things” said Little Miss Posh.

“I know I could pay a visit to Mr Smart” said Little Miss Forgetful cunningly. “Yes I’ll stay here and you go and find him” said Little Miss Posh. “Ok bye” said Little Miss Forgetful. “Cheerio” said Little Miss Posh.

 

Little Miss Forgetful was on her way to Mr. Smarts house and saw him walking toward her. “Hello I wondered if you could help me find a way to rember things better”. Said Little Miss. Forgetful. “The way I rember thing is I take a little pocket diary around with me,” said Mr Smart. He handed her a little pink diary and walked off. Little Miss Forgetful headed home…

 

She reached home and Little Miss Posh wasn’t there so she decided to watch the telly and sit with a cup of tea. She turned on the TV and was just in time for Eastenders.

 

Little Miss Forgetful was never forgetful again.