A kindly old lady came across a little boy
sitting on the pavement crying his eyes out. ‚What’s the matter?‘
she
asked. ‚It’s my birthday!‘ he hollered. ‚And I had a
bicycle and a
new tracksuit and this afternoon there’s to be a party
with crisps and
jelly and a birthday cake and a disco afterwards. .
.‘ and he had to
stop talking because he was crying so hard.
‚But that’s lovely,‘ said the old lady. ‚Why are you crying?‘
‚Because I’m lost!‘
