Gran’s Billy Lid
Box Hill South, VIC
‘I see Gran!’ Billy shouted joyfully as he ran onto the front lawn.
Gran pulled her car up in the driveway and clambered out. Ten year old Billy rushed to greet her. ‘Hello Billy,’ she said, leaning down to give him a huge hug.
‘Hello Gran,’ he replied meekly.
‘What’s up? Where’s that lovely big smile of yours today Billy?’
Maree, Billy’s mother, appeared at the front door. ‘Hello there, now don’t you sook him up too much Gran.’
‘Why not? My dear Billy,’ said Gran, giving him a big kiss on the forehead.
Billy stayed close.
‘He’s been a naughty boy,’ said his mother.
Whenever Billy was badly behaved a favourite toy would be placed up high out of reach.
‘What’s all that, Billy?’ asked Gran, looking up at the garage roof. On the top of the corrugated iron shed were Billy’s bike, his ride-on tractor, his scooter and all his cricket gear.
‘It’s been a really bad week Gran,’ he replied.
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