Sarah sat at the table after lunch and sulked "I don't want yoghurt!" she spat "I want Ice-cream!" she scowled at her mother across the table, the empty plate covered in barely eaten greens and half eaten sausages had been removed and replaced by a bowl and a container.                                                                                       Her mother was taking the sugar from the cupboard; anything to make Sarah eat yoghurt was welcome...sugar was the best, little girls were supposed to be made of it. "How much sugar would you like Sarah?" she asked nicely, ignoring the little girls nasty little grumbling.                                                                                    "You always make me eat yogurt! Why can't I have Ice-cream!?" Sarah whined,      Now scowling at the container on the table as if she could scare it away.                                                                                                            The kitchen was small, its walls were green and the kitchen table and overhead cupboards were wooden, the only thing white was the fridge, the cooker and the carton on the table which was the yoghurt Sarah hated more then little boys and vegetables. "There isn't any ice-cream left Sarah and the yoghurts good for you" her mother lied, there was ice cream in the freezer box in the fridge, Sarah knew there was ice-cream but she didn't know where.                                                                                The little girl watched her mother search for a spoon in the drawer, she bit her bottom lip a little and sat quietly wondering where the ice-cream had gone.                        Of course Mummy could have eaten it all,                                                               She watched her mother close the drawer again and go to the cutlery by the sink.    The thought was terrifying...she hadn't had she? No, of course not! Mummy was too nice to do that! Mummy did Sarah's pigtails in the morning and helped her with her spelling homework...and gave her Ice-cream..sometimes...but Ice-cream was nice wasn't it? "Sarah?" her mother smiled down at her "what did I tell you before about yoghurt?" Sarah frowned a little, it was a hard question, yoghurt was horrible...it tasted funny, looked boring and could never be as nice as Ice-cream...not even Ice-cream and jelly!! She thought hard, staring at the container, accusing it of so many nasty things-like being responsible for the Ice-cream being gone.                                         "You said...you said...there was good stuff in it.." she tried her best, maybe she'd be given Ice-cream if she got it right, she deserved Ice-cream, she wanted Ice-cream and would get it somehow without having to eat ANY yoghurt.                              "Very good" her mother crooned, the ice-cream never appeared but her mother picked up the container off the table and placed the spoon by Sarah's bowl so she could open it. "Yoghurt is yuck!" Sarah snarled, the yoghurt might hear her and refuse to open-she hoped, she scowled at her empty bowl.                                           "Now now Sarah! Be good...the yoghurt will stop you having an upset tummy" Sarah went quiet again, she'd have to eat twice as much yoghurt if she got that...she remembered that.

Sarah's mother placed the lid on the table and took up the spoon.Sarah watched her mother calmly scoop the little people out of the container and place them in her bowl, the little white people gazed up at the little girl, Sarah scowled down,

Stuck her tongue out and grumbled "I hate you".