A lorry driver stopped when he saw another lorry turned over in a ditch, its load of tomatoes spilled in a great heap. A boy stood looking dismally at the mess.
“Come along, son,” the lorry driver said cheerfully,
“Let’s go and get something to eat at the café. You’ll feel better then, and
afterwards I’ll help you straighten up the lorry.”
The boy didn’t want to go. “I don’t think my father
would like it.” He muttered.
“Don’t you worry,” the driver said, and he whisked the
boy off to the café. After they had eaten, the boy said, “I still don’t think
my father’s going to like this.” “Stop worrying,” the driver said. “Where is
your father, anyway?”
“He’s under those tomatoes.”
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