Gershwin’s home-alone adventure

Once upon a time, there was a little boy called Gershwin. He was very bored, because he had been left at home all alone. Nobody knew why. It was a story, and that was how it began.

“I’m going to have the best day ever,” Gershwin thought.

First, he took all the clothes out of his wardrobe and made the most gigantic fort. He piled the clothes over chairs at the end of his bed, added all his pillows and made a nice little den to read in.

He tried reading every one of his books, but soon realised it wasn’t much fun, because he couldn’t read. So he went to find something else to do.

Looking around the house, he found the biggest bag of chocolate anyone had ever seen. He opened it and ate and ate. There were chocolate coins, chocolate eggs, chocolate lollipops and chocolate rolls. So many different kinds!

Gershwin ate the entire bag. Nobody was there to stop him, because everybody had gone out for the day. And then he felt very, very sick.

He decided to have a lie-down. Since there was nobody else in the house, he went into Mummy and Daddy’s bedroom, snuggled into their big bed and covered himself with blankets and sheets. Soon he fell asleep.

When he woke, it had grown dark. He didn’t feel sick anymore, which was good. He got up to find something else to do, but as he went out of the bedroom door, he heard a noise downstairs.

There was banging and knocking. Then there were footsteps. Somebody was coming up the stairs.

Gershwin was scared. He hid under the bed and waited. The footsteps kept coming. He heard the bedroom door open, and somebody walked over to the bed.

“Is anybody there?”

I recognise that voice, Gershwin thought.

He crawled out from under the bed and shouted, “Boo!” There was Daddy, who picked him up.

Gershwin was really happy, because he wasn’t alone anymore. He cuddled his family, fell asleep in their arms and had wonderful dreams all night long.