RUNNER UP
Katrina
By Rosemary Johns
Katrine was a horrid child, untidy, mean, and oh, so wild! “Katrina dear,” her mum would say, “I wish you’d put your toys away. Your dolls look scary lying there. upon the floor with one-eyed stare! And what about your party dress, all crushed and crumpled in this mess?” “Oh Pul-eeze” snapped Kat. “Who cares? not me!” And stuck her lip out monstrously.