Peter was ten years old. He was a cute boy. One day, his friend Paul said to him, “I’m going to have a birthday party on Sunday. Peter. Can you come?”
Peter asked his mother, and she said, “Yes, you can go.” Then she phoned Paul’s mother.
Before Peter went to the party on Sunday afternoon, his mother said to him,” Peter, don’t forget to be polite. Don’t ask for food. Wait until someone gives it to you.”
“All right, Mum,” Peter answered, and he went to Paul’s home by bike.
There were a lot of children at the party. They played together for an hour. Then Paul’s mother gave them some food, but she forget to give Peter some. He waited politely for a few minutes, and then he held his plate up in the air and said loudly, “Does anyone want a nice clean plate?”
