Amelia & The Thief
was a poor girl. She lived in a small house with her mother. Her
father had gone out of town in search of work. Two years had passed.
There was no news of him. Amelia’s mom did odd jobs for people living
nearby. She could not afford to let Amelia go to school.
A kind lady lived
in the neighbourhood. She called Amelia every evening and gave
her lessons. One day, Amelia was at her teacher’s house. She
was waiting for the kind lady to come and start the lesson for that
“Will you tell Mrs.
Brown that I have finished work and I am going home now miss?” asked
Lisa, the maid. “Yes I will Lisa. You can go home,” smiled Amelia.
After Lisa had
gone, Amelia locked the main door from inside. She was surprised
that Mrs. Brown had still not come downstairs to start her
lessons. After waiting in the living room for another ten
minutes, Amelia decided to check on her teacher. “I wonder
what is taking her so long. She always waits for me in the
living room,” mumbled Amelia, going up on the stairs. She
reached Mrs. Brown’s bedroom.
There was a
man in the room. He had gagged and bound her teacher. He was
busy taking out jewellery and cash from the cabinet. “Oh!
My God!” spoke Amelia. The thief turned around and saw her.
“Good grief, where have you come from? Wait till I catch you,”
shouted the intruder, coming after her. Amelia ran with all
her might. She opened the main door. Ben, the cleaner, was
sweeping the road. “Ben, Ben, please come. We are in trouble,”
called Amelia. Ben came at once, but the burglar was running
up the stairs. Both Ben and Amelia ran after him. The thief
had entered the house through an open window in the upstairs
He ran towards it.
He had just crept out of the window, when Ben caught his arms. “Let
me go, you fool,” screamed the thief. “Oh! Yeah! You think I will
let you escape with all the money. Wait till I pull you in and hand
you over to the police.” A
group of people had collected on the street below.
The thief bit Ben’s
hand. He screamed with pain. “Ouch!” The thief pulled his arms from
Ben’s grip and jumped out of the window to the ground below. He
started running on the street. “Don’t let him go. He has Mrs. Brown’s
money and jewels on him,” shouted Ben, jumping after the burglar.
The group of people, with Ben leading them, ran and caught the thief.
They brought him to Mrs. Brown’s house.
By now, Amelia had
removed the gag and ropes from her teacher’s body and taken her
downstairs. “Thank you Amelia. You are a brave girl,” said the lady.
The burglar was handed over to the police. He returned all that
he had stolen. The next day, Mrs. Brown had a party for Amelia.
She wanted to thank her properly.
All the neighbours
were invited. Amelia came with her mom. “Amelia, we are all very
proud of you,” said Mrs. Higgins, who lived opposite Mrs. Brown.
‘You are a very sweet and caring girl Amelia,” chirped the twins,
Mary and Susie, who lived nearby. The party was in full swing. Lisa
had baked a special chocolate cake for Amelia. Ben was the centre
of attention. He was wearing his best clothes and had a smile for
everyone. “Well man, you really did a good job,” said old Mr. White,
thumping Ben on his back. “I only helped Amelia,” Ben smiled. “I
must say, she is a very thoughtful and courageous girl,” “Very true,”
agreed the others. When the guests had gone, Mrs Brown stopped Amelia
and Ben. “Wait you two. I have a present for both of you.”
She went to her room
and brought two parcels. “Here you are Amelia, open your gift and
see if you like it.” Amelia smiled, opening the parcel. “Oh! it
is a story book, with lovely pictures. Thank you so much Mrs. Brown,
I love it.” It was Ben’s turn to open his present. “What a lovely
tie, Mrs. Brown. I love the color. Thanks a lot.”
“You are welcome Ben
and thank you again. If you two had not helped me, I would have
lost all my precious ornaments and a lot of cash. At
night, Amelia’s mom said, “I am so proud of you darling. You are
a good girl.”
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