THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY

There is a river that runs at the back of our house. On really hot summer days, I like to put on my wellie boots and paddle on the river. One particular day, I went to paddle in it as usual. The night before, it had rained really heavily, so the area around the river was muddy.
I paddled in the river for almost half an hour and then decided to go back indoors, because I fancied a snack.
I opened up the front door, and went into the kitchen to get a chocolate bar, totally forgetting that my boots were absolutely muddy, and that I should've taken them off first before coming inside.
"What have you done?" I turned around. Mum was standing behind me, a feather duster in her hand. She was looking horrified at the floor. I looked down as well. The floor was covered, no, caked in mud. I felt a stone hit the bottom of my stomach.
"I'm sorry, Mum," I said.
"Yes, well you should be. That floor was only washed ten minutes ago. And now, you come traipsing in, with mud on your boots! Didn't you think to take them off?"
"I forget."
"Oh, that's right. You forgot! Like you forgot to take the rubbish out yesterday, even though it was your turn! And you forgot to feed the goldfish! And you forgot to... To..."
Mum went off into a rant. I honestly couldn't see the fuss about it all. So, the floor had just been cleaned? So what? She can clean it again, can't she?
I said that to her.
"You insolent little boy!" She screamed at me. "Right, that's it! Put that chocolate bar away! Go outside and take your boots! Come back inside and clean the floor, so I can see my face in it! And then go up to your room, and stay there for the rest of the day! And not TV!" She yelled at my retreating back. The blooming cheek of it! "And you won't be havinmg sweets for a week!"
I was just about to ask her if I could go to the river every day, when: "And you won't be going to the river for the rest of the summer!" She said, as if she read my mind.
I took my boots off and put them in the shed. I went back inside, Mum brandished the floor broom at me and ordered me to scrub.
'Oh, well,' I thought. 'They were good trips while they lasted.'

The End by Charlene Samm