Carrying the Can

"Okay, Scott. You win." You say, lifting your feet off him. "Hop in my pouch and let's go"

Scott climbs back into your pouch. "I'm thirsty." he says "Let's stop off and get something to drink"

Back at your house Scott takes a can of Coke from the fridge and after drinking it, starts to put more cans in your pouch with him.

"D-d-do you n-need all the-ese c-c-cans?" you ask, shivering. "They're c-c-c-old!"

"I may need something to drink while we're hopping around town" says Scott.

Still shivering and chattering, you hop out of the front door.

Written by A R Jackson

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