POPPY
Peter opened the front door quickly and ran into the living-room.
- Mum! Andrew! - he shouted - I'm back!
Nobody answered him. Two mounths ago Peter had gone to his father's
house in Scotland. Peter sees him very rarely. Andrew was his
mother's second husband. Peter liked him, but he loved his dad.
- Poppy! Poppy! - he called out for his dog - Where are you?
But the house was empty. Peter was alone.
He went slowly to his room. It was a very big and... tidy room.
- Oh, mum - he said to himself - you're great!
He sat in an armchair and opened his favourite magazine.
After half an hour he noticed somebody opening the kitchen door.
He ran into the kitchen. It was his mother. She looked very tired
but was smiling to her son.
- Hallo, darling. Welcome home - she said.
- Hi, mum - he gived her a kiss. - Mum, where is Poppy?
- Well, Peter, Poppy...
What did she say?
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