You've been poking about in my stuff again haven't you? Hiding my things just to annoy me...
I've said not to go in my shed unless I'm with you 'cos I know you can't be trusted...seen you picking things up and turning them over and giving them a sharp prod to make them squeal...it makes you giggle doesn't it...you cram your fist into your mouth in case the sound carries down the garden path...and it does you know. I do hear you...not quite as green as I'm cabbage looking you see...
Well...this is a joke gone too far...I want it back. Now. And I know you want to keep it 'cos I saw you looking at it the other day and you thought I didn't notice...well, I did. And as soon as I couldn't find it this afternoon I knew exactly who had taken it. So hand it over.
Empty your pockets...for heaven's sakes what on earth are you keeping those for...they're all mouldy and squashy and goodness, they smell dreadful...throw them away this minute. Have another look...how about your back pockets? Try in there. See...you had it all along...but why did you wrap a worm round it...worms aren't supposed to be bendy actually. Unbend the worm...alright...you can keep the poor creature if you really want to...
I'm going to wash it in hot water now I have it back and I'm warning you for the last time...don't hide my stuff again.