I see that you are continuing the story of Mr Twiddle in Trouble Again, a book by Enid Blyton1. You have written a very dramatic ending to the chapter where Mr Twiddle lies to his neighbour about his cousin George being a spy. Well done! 😊
If you want me to continue the story from where you left off, I can try to do that. Here is what I came up with:
Mrs Twiddle phoned a taxi. She said, “I want to go to the post office. I have to send this letter to Cousin George. It’s very important.”
She didn’t tell Mr Twiddle where she was going. She didn’t want him to come with her. She didn’t want him to make any more trouble. She said, “You stay here, Mr Twiddle. And don’t touch anything. And don’t talk to anyone. And don’t do anything silly.”
“Yes, yes, Mrs Twiddle,” said Mr Twiddle. “I’ll stay here. And I won’t touch anything. And I won’t talk to anyone. And I won’t do anything silly.”
He watched his wife go out of the door and get into the taxi. He felt very lonely. He felt very sorry for himself. He said, “Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. I wish Mrs Twiddle wasn’t so cross with me. I wish Mr Brown wasn’t so angry with me. I wish Cousin George wasn’t so far away from me.”
He went to the window and looked out. He saw Mr Brown in his garden, watering his flowers. He saw Mrs Brown in her kitchen, baking a cake. He saw their children playing in the street, laughing and shouting. He said, “Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. I wish I had some friends. I wish I had some fun. I wish I had some cake.”
He felt very hungry. He felt very bored. He felt very curious. He said, “I wonder what Mrs Twiddle has in the cupboard. I wonder what Mrs Twiddle has in the fridge. I wonder what Mrs Twiddle has in the drawer.”
He forgot what his wife had said. He forgot that he wasn’t supposed to touch anything. He forgot that he wasn’t supposed to do anything silly. He said, “I’ll just have a little look. I’ll just have a little taste. I’ll just have a little peek.”
He went to the cupboard and opened it. He saw a jar of jam, a tin of biscuits, and a box of crackers. He said, “Mmm, that looks good. I’ll just have a little jam. I’ll just have a little biscuit. I’ll just have a little cracker.”
He took the jar of jam and opened it. He took the tin of biscuits and opened it. He took the box of crackers and opened it. He took a spoon and dipped it into the jam. He took a biscuit and spread some jam on it. He took a cracker and put the biscuit on it. He said, “Mmm, that smells good. I’ll just have a little bite. I’ll just have a little nibble. I’ll just have a little munch.”
He put the cracker-biscuit-jam into his mouth and bit it. He made a loud crunch. He made a loud smack. He made a loud gulp. He said, “Mmm, that tastes good. I’ll just have another one. I’ll just have another two. I’ll just have another three.”
He made more cracker-biscuit-jams and ate them. He made a big mess. He made a big noise. He made a big mistake.
He didn’t notice that the jar of jam was leaking. He didn’t notice that the tin of biscuits was rolling. He didn’t notice that the box of crackers was falling. He didn’t notice that the jam was dripping on the floor. He didn’t notice that the biscuits were rolling under the sofa. He didn’t notice that the crackers were falling on the table.
He didn’t notice that the cat was coming in. He didn’t notice that the cat was licking the jam. He didn’t notice that the cat was chasing the biscuits. He didn’t notice that the cat was jumping on the crackers.
He didn’t notice that the cat was making a bigger mess. He didn’t notice that the cat was making a bigger noise. He didn’t notice that the cat was making a bigger mistake.
He only noticed when the cat knocked over the vase. He only noticed when the vase smashed on the floor. He only noticed when the water spilled on the carpet. He only noticed when the flowers scattered on the sofa. He only noticed when the cat ran out of the door.
He said, “Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. What have I done? What have I done? What have I done?”
He looked at the cupboard and saw the empty jar of jam. He looked at the floor and saw the sticky jam. He looked at the sofa and saw the hidden biscuits. He looked at the table and saw the broken crackers. He looked at the vase and saw the smashed pieces. He looked at the carpet and saw the wet water. He looked at the flowers and saw the wilted petals.
He said, “Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear. What will Mrs Twiddle say? What will Mrs Twiddle do? What will Mrs Twiddle think?”
He knew he was in trouble. He knew he was in big trouble. He knew he was in the biggest trouble of his life. mr brown walked the other side the town right up to the police station he said the policeman he gave him a newspaper it read