Daily story, March 26, 2025

The first time I went to see Mr Silver, I took a tin of warm ginger biscuits and a fish supper. I was seven, and I was scared of his big beard and his dog. We ate all the biscuits before I went back home—before they even cooled down—and afterwards I was still scared of him, but in the fun way I was scared of the high branches of trees.

The last time I went to see Mr Silver, I wanted to take another box of biscuits, to make things neat. But that didn’t seem quite right. So I left them at home, to share with the boy next door who hides when he sees me.