The Fishfingers :: By Emily Robinson

One windy night Emma, Jack, Mam and Dad were in the sitting room. They were having their supper. "Why don't we go fishing tomorrow", asked Emma. "Good idea, Emma", said Jack. "But I have to go to on a playdate". "What about you, mam?" asked Emma. "I'm sorry dear, I have to go to work. Why don't you and your dad go and catch me the biggest fish, and we will have it for supper tomorrow night".

The next morning, Emma woke with a spring in her step and rushed downstairs to have her breakfast. Not long after, the sandwiches were packed and everything was put in the car and off they went.

When they came home that night, Emma showed her mother the fish she caught. "That is some tiddler", said mam. "I know, lets make some fishfingers". "Yum Yum" said Emma.

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