The Mop by Oscar C.

When I was 3 years old I put my finger in a hole of the bucket of the mop. I was thinking (now my dad is going  to take me to hospital, and they are going  to cut my finger.I was very scary!)

My mum was thinking :his finger is destroyed!  Poor son! Now we  have to go to hospital.

But my dad took a knife and cut the bucket of the mop and my finger is good!. My finger is free, finally.

Never! Never! Never! again I put my finger in a hole of mops again!