The Peggy Rug...By Samantha

Suddenly Harold fell to the ground with a bump. Ouch! Oh No! The peggy rug had ripped, Harold was in deep deep trouble. Mabel had made that rug especailly for the weekend visitors. Harold pulled himself up and wondered round the house to find a hiding place for the rug. Harold sneaked quietly into the parlour and opened up a cupborad in the corner. "Harold is that you?" called a voice. "Yes Mother," replied Harold," Just coming!" Harold ran out of the Parlour and into the back yard where Mabel was hanging up the weshing. "What were you doing in thier, I heard a bang!" cried Mabel.
"Er..er..I was...