Stephen had a new
baby brother called Simon. Simon was bald and
red-faced with skinny little legs. Stephen quite
liked him, but did think him a bit strange.
The trouble was that he had been told not to pick
up his baby brother in case he dropped him.
Every morning after breakfast baby Simon was put
outside in his pram for his daily dose of fresh
air. Stephen played outside too, riding round
and round on his bicycle, and each time he passed
the pram he shouted: 'Hello Simon!' And each time
baby Simon would jump and wave his little hand
in the air.
It was only when he was passing the pram for the
sixteenth time and Simon didn't jump or wave that
Stephen suspected there was something wrong.
Jumping off his bicycle he ran over to the pram
and there, making itself comfortable on Simon's
chest, was a huge white fluffy cat! Stephen didn't
think twice - he just dragged the baby away from
that cat and stood there shouting for his mother.
His mother was so proud and pleased with Stephen
and said that he was quite right to pick up the
baby.
