The Tear Thief

The Tear Thief — page 3
The Tear Thief came to a quiet road with a neat row of houses and flew into a tall tree there for a good look and a listen It was the hour between supper and bedtime All the curtained windows were flushed with light and enticing smells of soup and stew and pasta and onions the Tear Thief's favourite and rhubarb crumble were drifting up and away into the deepening dusk The Tear Thief listened hard with sharp ears Boo hoo hoo crying A child was