Tony wanted to have a guinea pig.
His father brought him a leather ball. “I bought you a real leather football. Go and play football! In beautiful weather like this a real boy must be out in the open and play football!”
But Tony was afraid of the football. In the evening he came home crying and with a bleeding nose.
“What happened?” said his father.
“The ball hit my nose and then the big boys played who could kick the ball over the fence and the ball got caught in a tree and they all left!”
“You’ll never be a real boy!” said father.
“I want a guinea pig!” said Tony. Continue reading